Not Alone For Long

Chapter 6

Cat's POV

Today has been such a strange day for me. The green eyed, curly head guy couldn't leave my mind even if my life depended on it. It didn't help that so far he's had every class with me. How hadn't I noticed before? Was I that oblivious to the people around me?What ever the case may be, lunch was no exception. There he was again, haunting my vision like a bad dream. He sat there with a fees guys which didn't bother me, what bothered me was when I saw that whore sit down on his lap like she owned him. Yup, I'm talking about Kiera. It's like she knew what bothered me even when I never spoke a word to her. Why did it bother me that she was sitting on him?I knew it shouldn't so I just shook the though from my head. I finished paying for my lunch and began to walk away from the line. Unfortunately in order to get to my table where a few of my friends sat, I had to pass that dreaded pack of people. By which I mean Kiera and her friends that accompanied them at the table.

With a sigh, I made my way across the lunch room. Harry noticed me, I guess, cause he called my name. I turned around only to get mocked by 'miss perfect'. I honestly didn't pay attention to her comment. Something about me being dumb and a whore. Instead, I turned and started walking away.I didn't want any of them to see the tears that were building in my eyes. If he really did care about my feelings, why didn't he say anything to her. Oh well, guess we all can't be winners. I noticed Harry approach me as I picked up the pace to make it to my table before the water works came. Great, he was probably gonna add to the insults that were thrown at me hourly. Why couldn't people just leave me alone and mind their own business? Was that too much to ask for?

"What? Are you gonna come make fun of me too? That wasn't humiliation enough?" I squeaked. I wanted to sound more aggressive but my voice betrayed me. Just like my eyes had as tears spilled over. I quickly smeared them away. He'd see the tears as a weakness and probably make a shitty comment about how I was a wimp.

I was a little shocked when he shook his head no. What was his motive? Most people would jump on the opportunity to make fun of me. No matter how low the blows may be.

"Cat, what really happened to you?" He questioned. Starring intently at me with those green eyes.

Why did he care? What did it concern him? And why did he want to know so bad?

" I already told you I fell," I turned and looked away from him. Just realizing that we were standing in the middle of the lunch room. Well this was beyond embarrassing. Everyone was watching us like we were the best damn show they've ever seen.

He grabbed my hand and lead me outside of the lunch room down a little hall. Ignoring the teachers that tried to put their opinions in about us leaving. Once we were out of ear shot, he turned his attention back to me.

"I wasn't born yesterday Cat. Did Kiera do this to you?" He bent down a bit so that he could make eye contact with me but I turned away. I didn't want him to see the tears that again tried to peak their way out of my eyes.

Why did I feel so weak around him? Usually I'd wait to get home before letting my anger and depression take over me. Why did he have to do this to me?

"Why, in the name of god, would you let her do that to you?" He ran his finger through his hair in an attempt, I assumed, to control his anger.

" I don't want to start shit Harry," I whispered, "It will only make things worse for me. It's easier for me to deal with it by just walking away then fighting back. And why do you care so much anyway? I just met you this morning?" The question that was dying to escape my lips finally got its wish.

"I just can't stand to see someone hurt," He grabbed my hand and squeezed it a little to show comfort. "I wanna help you Cat. I can't stand to see you hurt." He stated before letting my hand fall gently to my side.

"Why though? Again you barely know me and it would be better if you just let it be. They'll only make fun of you for talking to me, so just go back in there," I weakly pointed at the double doors that hid the lunch room.

He sighed before brining his mouth close to my ear which froze me in my spot.

"I only want to help you because I can relate," and with that, he turned and headed back into the lunchroom. Leaving me dumbfounded in the middle of this little hallway. Replaying the feeling of his hand on mine and the words that barely made it past his lips.

How could he possibly relate?