The Easy Way Out [Book 1]

Chapter 10 - Good Enough

***Monday
***Harry's POV

I spent the rest of the weekend mulling over what happened Friday night.

I put Bea in an uncomfortable and potentially dangerous situation. Victor deserved much worse than a punch to his eye, but my first thought was to get Bea out of that house.

My stomach was in knots once again.

I felt terrible.

The party, sex and drinking scene was taking its toll on not only me but my mum as well. I was getting tired of the repercussions of my irresponsible actions and didn't want to follow in my father's footsteps. His own downward spiral cost him his family and I did not want that to happen to me.

I glanced at the clock on my wall and got my backpack. I had to get to school.

I grabbed a banana to eat on the way when I saw it. My mum left my new prescription with a note on the kitchen table.

"Harry, I had to leave early for work, but here's your Rx. Love you much. ~Mum."

I clenched the bottle in my hand and shoved it in the front zipper of my backpack and left for school.

I was nervous. I was going to see Bea, but I didn't know if she wanted to see me.

I sat down in English, steadily tapping my pencil eraser on my desk, waiting for Bea to walk in.

The bell rang just as she rushed through the door.

I sat up in my desk, trying not to look like I was watching her. I was nervous her senses would've come about her and she would slap me.

I deserved it, though.

She sat down in her desk in front of mine, instantly carrying the light scent of her perfume my way for me to inhale.

Bea looked different with her hair down, it was long and wavy and softer than when she had it pulled into her usual ponytail. The color of her hair contrasted with her purple sweater wrap thing. But the sparkly barrette in her hair picked up the different shades of purples and greens in her skirt.

She must've planned that.

The constant clopping sound from below drew my attention. I looked down and her high heels were the source of the annoyingly alluring feminine sound.

My stomach was relentless, knotting up and causing that stupid ache to come back.

Workman began class and I tried my damnedest to pay attention, but I really just wanted to talk to Bea and even apologize again.***

The bell rang and we got our things to go to the next class. Just as I was about to get Bea's attention, she turned around.

"Oh, I forgot," she smiled, holding out a notepad to me. "Here you go, Harry."

"Bea, what's this?" I hesitantly took it.

"It's a sketch pad, duh!" she rolled her eyes into a smile. "I thought it would encourage you to start drawing again. And there's something else in there for you as well."

Because she talked so fast and rushed out of the classroom, I couldn't even look inside or thank her.

Bea bought me a gift.

Why the hell would she still be talking to me much less give me a gift?

Walking to Chem, I opened the cardboard cover and a folded piece of paper slid down. I caught it right before it fell to the ground.