Multiple [h.s] - ON HOLD

Chapter 13

I layed on my bed just thinking about what had happened earlier today. Just thinking about the way Harry was touching that girl made me want to burn down this whole campus. Why would he do that. I thought he actually liked me. But thinking about the fact that he lied to me about his name is more maddening. First Liam, now Harry?

Maybe Harry had a good reason for doing that. I could forgive him. And we could start over.

Yeah. I can do that.

Before I could convince myself that Harry and I would be fine, I realised how unfair I was being towards Liam.

No. Liam was probably in it for a quickie with a student.

My eyes began to sting as I thought about Harry again. I don't know why I keep thinking about him all the time. I hate that I do.

I sunk in lower into my sheets and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

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My phone was going haywire under my pillow when I woke up. I tried to open my eyes as wide as possible but it was impossible. I felt around for my phone but as soon as I touched it, it stopped ringing. I opened my eyes to see that I have six text messages and eleven missed calls.

I opened my missed calls and saw that five were from Kelly, two from mom, three from an unknown American number and one from the other unknown foreign number. I exited my logs and went straight to my texts.

Kelly: Where are you?

Kelly: What the Fuck? Come on dude. I'm leaving now.

I mentally slapped myself when I realise I had made plans with Kelly. I scrambled to my feet quickly trying to get ready to meet her when my phone buzzed again. I took a glance over at the screen and I was confused when I saw a text that read 'please'. I stopped tying my shoelaces and grabbed the phone to see that I now had five messages.

Conner: I'm sorry.
Conner: Can we talk about this?
Conner: Why weren't you in classes today? Or answer your door?
Conner: Forgive me?
Conner: Please.

I absentmindedly took a mental note to change his name on my contacts list. I felt a small amount of happiness as I read the text messages from Harry. At least he still cares.

But on the other hand it doesn't matter how much I want to talk to him. I should be angry at him.

I feel bipolar about this whole situation.

I grabbed my car keys and the rest of my things and left the dormroom empty.

I was almost out of the building when I realised that people were staring. Most of them must have been there yesterday at the frat and witnessed the whole scene with Harry and the rest must have heard about it.

I ignored the unwanted audience and made my way to my car. As soon as I spotted it, I noticed a figure leaning on my trunk. As I got closer I sighed in frustration when I realised who the person was.

"What do you want Liam?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Listen to me Leigh. We need to talk," he pleaded.

"We have nothing to talk about. Leave me alone," I said as I brushed past him and entered my car.

He opened the passenger seat and sat in the car with me. "Yes. We do."

"Liam I'm not in the mood. Weren't you the one going on about how you don't want people to know we fucked? I'm pretty sure you sitting in my car right now gives an impression that something is going on. So do yourself a favour and leave me alone."