Weakness H.S (On Hold)

Chapter 4

My mouth was completely dry, I couldn't find the words to speak, my heart was pounding against my chest as my scalp prickled.

I stared at him in disbelief as the words came out of his mouth. No one has ever talked to me the way he has and deep down inside I kind of liked it, but I didn't want to let Harry know that, I kept my guard steady and head strong.

Finally after starring at him for the longest time, I spoke.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" I squeaked

Harry laughed at my reaction.

He nodded, "I am. Now kiss me"

He moved in closer to me, blocking the little space between us, and placed his hand on my lower back, forcing my body into his, making his lips just inches away from mine. My mind was twirling, but I snapped out of my delusional stage and placed my hands firmly on his chest and shoved him away from me. I wanted him to kiss me but all at once I didn't want him to, I don't understand myself, I'm confusing, I know.

Before I could respond anything to his crude behavior, I was startled when my phone loudly began buzzing, interrupting our little scene. I sighed in relief and took my gaze off Harry who looked at me strangely and quickly scattered in my bag, hunting for my phone. Finally I found it and it was a text message from Lauren.....

"Hey Ava, I just wanted to text you as I was on my break at work to remind you for the love of God behave yourself, I don't want any news on you doing something I dont approve of, alright? Have a good day at work as well. Seen you soon... Love Lauren..."

I swallowed my saliva hard, while my heart beat rapidly against my chest as I read the text message, when suddenly Harry slowly moved his hand over mine that held my cell, taking it out of my grip and placed it into his jean pocket. I couldn't believe I was letting him do that, but I was frozen, I couldn't move.

"We weren't done," he said in a raspy voice, that made the hairs on my body stand up "Kiss me"

"Don't you get the hint?!" I snapped looking at him annoyed, my bitchy attitude was getting to me "I don't want your lips anywhere near me fool! And give me back my damn cell phone" I growled

Harry looked at me in annoyance

"You are so bizarre. What's your problem?" he nearly yelled, completely ignoring the fact that I asked him for my phone back

"I'm bizarre?! Your the one trying to hit on a girl you don't even know! And you wanna know what my problem is? My problem is 'You'. You don't understand the meaning of the words 'No, Stop, Leave me alone' you keep on pushing and pushing and your making me angry-"

"That's just your problem, you have so much anger built inside you, your strange, a girl your age shouldn't be so angry-"

"FUCK OFF!" I yelled

"Hey!" Mr Manson yelled, grabbing mine and Harry's attention from our loud out bursts "what's with all the yelling?!"

Every student in the classroom turned their stares on me and Harry...once again.

"Nothing Sir, Our apologies" Harry said quietly leaning away from me, turning his body away from mine and sat straight in his seat

Before I could protest, the school bell rung. All the kids looked away from us and began getting their things ready to leave.

I quickly copied their actions, my mind was in a buzz, I couldn't even concentrate. Leaving all the supplies scattered on the table, I grabbed my textbook, along with my folder and snatched my bag off the table and rose from my seat and headed towards the front of the classroom, walking out the front door, not bothering to look back at Harry.