Not Alone For Long

Chapter 4

Cat's POV

I made my way over to my next class as quick as I possibly could. I hated being late to any class of mine.But, as I made my way own the hall way to my science class I was stopped by a sudden yank on my book bag which sent me plummeting towards the ground. I groaned as my hip bone made contact with the slick floor.

"Where do you think you're going?" A voice mocked. I could recognize that voice in a heart beat. It was Kiera Jonah. Also known as the witch that constantly tortured me on a daily basis. Now she was younger than me, 17 to be exact, so I couldn't fight back or legal matters would be blown out of proportion since I was considered an adult and she was still a minor.

I got up off my feet and tried to continue my way down the remainder of the hall way to the classroom but again was stopped when something sharp made contact with the back of my head causing me to jolt forward and face plant into the hallway floor.

"I was talking to you nerd!" She hollered. "Don't you ever turn your back on me!" While I was still on the ground, she managed to kick the side of my face with her perfectly polished high heeled stilettos. I could feel the bruise forming already, as pain rushed to the freshly hit area.

Thankfully the bell rang which ended my little 'greeting' with the lovely Kiera... Not. Usually I got picked on at least four times a day by her. Not to mention the mocking and other verbal harassment the other kids ensued upon me. But Kiera and her little clique were the only ones that used physical violence. And, once again, I was powerless because of my age. Ironic right? You'd think the older person has the advantage but nope, I was the lucky exception.

I made my way into the class room and sat down in my usual seat, which was at a lab table in the far corner of the classroom. My hip was still throbbing in pain and I knew my cheek wasn't any better. I tried to hide my face as best I could because I didn't want people questioning me about my bruise and then further humiliating me about the fact that I got beat up, once again.

I turned my attention to the teacher who was having a side conversation with, yup none other than Harry. Of course he had to be in this class too. How did I not notice before.

As I was about to hide my face from further embarrassment, he came over and sat down at my table. Directly across from me. Of course. I mentally face palmed.

" I'm sorry but my friend Sheila, sits there" I mumbled. Trying to avoid eye contact because I didn't want Harry to see me with the purple and blue mark blemishing my face.

"She got transferred to a higher level class and I got demoted to a lower one" He peered at me through my hair.

"Oh," Was all I managed as I again directed my attention down to the textbook in front of me. Hoping my hair would block the view.

But of course, knowing my luck, that didn't stop him. I felt my long, brown, wavy barrier being pushed to the side and behind my ear.Right before my ears caught the sound of a sudden gasp that forced their way through his lips.

Four long fingers glided around the exposed skin of me cheek. Causing me I flinch a little from pain.

"What happened to you," His voice was drenched in worry and concern.

I glanced up at him, his wide eyes and starring at my wounded cheek. " It's no big deal really just a little bump is all," I directed my attention back down and sure enough, Harry's slender fingers made their way back to my cheek.

"Did you even see it?" He looked into me eyes," It's huge!" His whisper went to a small shout, before he caught himself and change his pitch to a softer one.

I felt his fingers trace the out line of the bruise and then leave my face as I replaced his fingers with mine. I hadn't realized it was so big. It covered the entire left side of my cheek. I hurriedly took out my mirror and coverup and dabbed the makeup over the swollen skin. I did my best and turned my face in the mirror to see that the hideous mark was almost unnoticeable from up close.But I was still a little shocked by the pure size of it.

"What happened?" Harry whispered, words soaking with worry.

"It's nothing, I tripped and fell is all. I just didn't realize how bad," I lied. I didn't want him to know I got constantly harassed. Hell, if he knew he'd probably join them.

Suspicion cloaked his eyes as he glanced back at the teacher for a few seconds than back at me. "If there's anything you want to talk about, you can come to me."

It was then that I noticed his hand lay softly on top of mine which rested on the cool surface of the lab table. Normally, a friendly gesture like this would go unnoticed by me, but there was something odd about how his hand tried to send comfort to me that sent butterflies dancing in my stomach with joy.

I blushed and pulled my hand away slowly. I didn't want him to notice the awkward that was practically oozing out of me.

"Thanks, but I'm ok," I focused back on the lesson which had something to do about atoms. I was quite good at science and biology and chemistry so I didn't need to pay 100% of my attention to the subject to understand.

Today, at least, I was trying not to pay 100% of my attention to the curly headed boy that seemed to be haunting me where ever I went now, but again that task was proving to be too difficult for me and I was failing miserably.