Faded. [Discontinued]

Four: College

I stared at Harry as we drove home, his eyes glaring at the road.

"What did I do?" I asked in a small voice. I heard him sigh beside me.

"You did nothing." He spoke.

"Well then I don't see the problem, why are you so angry suddenly?"

"I'm not angry."

"Yes you are,"

"I'm NOT angry!" He swirled on the road, causing me to lean into my seat with a start. I could feel the tension between us, so I decided to split it.

"Thank you," I said.

"For what?"

"For taking care of me, and for showing me... You know, how to kiss."

"No fucking problem."

I rolled my eyes at him, noticing we had pulled up to my house. I got out, slamming the door behind me. As I reached my door, Harry grabbed my waist.

"Wait, Katherine." He said. "Can I get your number?"

"Maybe, if you promise not to be such a fucking dick."

"Oh, good girl swears. How fascinating." Harry smirks.

"Dick."

I open my door, seeing my mom and dad in the living room. They stare beyond me, probably at Harry. I turn to him, closing the door.

"Great."

"What, did I do something wrong again?"

"No... My parent's just... Don't exactly like... Your type."

"My type?" Harry scoffed.

I shrugged. "Look, I'll give you my number, but just leave afterwards okay? I'm in enough trouble already."

"Deal," Harry reached into his pants pocket, but to me it looked like he was pulling them off.

"Are you stripping?"

Harry blinked at me, showing me a paper. "No, I'm getting paper? You know if you wanted me to take my clothes of you could have just asked."

"Harry, just hurry. My parents could come out at any moment-"

"Okay okay, what is it?"

I told him my phone number, watching him scribble it down. He folded it up, winking at me.

"Bye babe, I'll be sure to see you soon." I felt his warm, plump lips kiss my cheek, and then he was gone.

•_•_•_•_•_•

The next morning was the first day of senior year, I had my dorms ready to go, so all that was left to do was say goodbye to home for a while and go to class. When I arrived to class, 15 minutes early like usual, I wasn't alone like always. There was also a boy there, his brown hair cut perfectly and black, large nerdy glasses. He wasn't a muscular guy like Harry had been, and he wore a plaid shirt and a brown jacket with jeans. Out of all of the seats, mine was directly beside his. I sat next to him, smiling. His head picked up, grinning idiotically at me.

"Hey there, my name's Simon."

Simon brought his hand out which I shook. His eyes were a dark green. He was dorky, but cute at the same time.

"Katherine." I said.

"Pleasure is all mine."

"Are you new here?" I asked.

"Sure am, I moved here from Ireland."

"Oh cool! Why may I ask?"

"Wanted a change," he shrugged. "I guess."