Keeper

Chapter 7

I felt the lump in my throat appear as both Layla and Anna diverted their attention to the space behind me, which I knew had been occupied.

"Is he coming over here?" I mouthed.

Layla nodded and I took in a deep breath.

A shadow swooped down next to me not soon after, quickly followed by a dark set of curls.

"Hello Harley." Harry winked, slowly crossing his arms on the table in front of us. His actions made the table shake, along with the tipping of Anna's water bottle.

"Hey." I mumbled, looking up into his emotionless eyes.

"Having a good first day?" He asked, but his uninterested demeanor told me he was being sarcastic.

I answered regardless,

"Yeah."

He ran a hand through his hair before quickly looking away. A smirk played it's way into his lips before he brought them to the cartilage of my ear,

"Let's to go another table so it can just be me and you, yeah?"

I tilted my head away from him,

"I'd really rather just sit here, Harry." I whispered, turning my head so I was now looking him dead in the eyes. I knew Anna and Layla were watching us silently which only put me more on edge.

"Just c'mon, your friends will understand." Harry continued to whisper, completely ignoring my kind decline.

Anna's sweet voice cut in through the rather tense atmosphere,

"Just go with him, Harley. It's okay."

I knew if I didn't oblige, Harry's impulsive nagging wouldn't come to an end either.

Without a word I stood up from the lunch table and crossed my arms across my chest.

I gave Anna and Layla a weak smile which they solemnly returned.

Harry got up with a satisfied look on his face before taking my hand in his. He lead me over to an empty table most likely kept vacant under Harry's request. All the while everyone's eyes remained on us, the harsh glares and looks of awe practically burning through the back of my neck. Harry sat across from me, his gaze too, without a doubt on me.

I kept my eyes on my hands, the thought of a manicure becoming more and more desired the longer I studied my disguising excuses for cuticles.

Everything was uncomfortably quiet between the two of us before he finally spoke,

"Aren't you hungry?" Was all he asked.

I shook my head,

"Misses Gordon handed out welcoming first day doughnuts, I'm fine thanks for asking though."

"I'm not hungry either." Harry mumbled, flipping his somewhat empty and beat up black back bag into the table. He pulled his phone out of one of the small pockets.

"I need your number." He spoke, handing his phone over to me.

I raised an eyebrow at him before a smirk finally cracked on that statued face of his,

"Well?" He asked.

"Well what?" I laughed.

"Aren't you going to put your number in?" He laughed back, his lip ring moving as his tongue slowly glided over top of it.

I smiled,

"I want answers first."

"Answers?" Harry laughed, leaning his chin on his hands.