alone.

chapter four

Once class was over, he walked to his locker, and of course me being as determined as I am to get to know him, I followed him. I'm probably getting on his nerves.

That's your cue to stop, Harper.

But of course, I don't listen to the voice in my head.

"Hi."

He stood quiet and didn't answer.

"Do you know where the grammar class is?"

Harper, did you really ask him that? Smart one, Harper.
And the award of weirdness goes to Harper for creepily following a boy, she doesn't know, around.
Yeah, but you know you're starting to like him. Right?
No, I'm not.
Why do the voices in my head have to have a battle within my head right now? Out of all moments, right now isn't the best.

"Go ask him," he points to Connor again.

"But..."

He looked at me with anger and sorrow.

What did go wrong?

"Okay."

I walk away sadly. I went over to Connor.

"Hey little thang. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just trying to break him."

"Sweetheart, you can't do something to someone that's already been done."

"What do you mean?"

He sighs.

"He's already broken, Harper, and he's the only one can fix him."

"Oh."

What does he mean he's the only one who can fix himself?

I looked at my schedule.

"I don't have grammar. I have music."

I hurriedly ran to my locker, put my grammar book in, and grabbed my song books. I ran to the music class and saw the teacher about to leave.

"Slow down, Ms. Days. We wouldn't want our pianist to hurt herself. Now, would we?"

I laughed, "no ma'am."

"You'll be in room 35."

"Thank you."

I ran into the class and didn't bother to check who my partner was. I got into the room, and there he was with all his cuteness.

Stop, Harper.

"Oh."

I went over to the piano and quietly sat down.

"Shall we begin?"

He began to tune his guitar.

"I'm taking that as a 'yes.'"

I look at my book.

"How high can your voice go?" I looked back at him.

Seriously Harper. Did you really just ask him that? You're a real idiot. It's not like he's gonna answer. He's quiet. Remember? He probably doesn't even know how to sing.

He looked at me funny.

He probably thinks I'm crazy.

"Sorry, I just thought. It's okay. I'll sing; you play."

I began playing the piano, and he began playing the piano. Once we began playing the same notes, I began singing a song I made up. I stopped after the first verse and first chorus.

"How does that sound?"

He looked at in a way to say,"okay."

"I guess that's an,'okay.'"

The bell went off.

"We'll finish this later," I said.

He got his stuff and left. He was already in the halls, and I began to follow him.

"Hey. I was wondering if you would like to sit at lunch with me."

He looked at me like he wanted to say, "no thanks."

"Oh okay."

I walked over to Connor.

"You still trying?"

"Yeah," I move my feet around on the ground.

"Good luck," he laughs.

"Thanks," I laugh back.

Once we got our lunch, I saw him go to his locker. I went to Connor at his table.

"Hey. I'm gonna go..."

"Go on," he laughs.

"Thanks."

I walked about from Connor's table, and I walk over to _____ Justin.

"May I sit?"

He moved his hand gesturing for me to sit. I sat down with him on the floor

"I'm Harper Days. I'm sixteen. I've lived in Wisconsin my whole life, and now, I live here. I love playing the piano. I have three other siblings. I don't like sunny days, and my parents own their well-known business. Now, it's your turn."

Like he would really answer.

"Not gonna talk. Fine, I'll guess."

Your desperate. Aren't you?

Before I was able to talk, he got up and left.

"Hey," I began to follow him. Once he saw that I was following him, he went into the boys room.

"Dang it."

I hear someone laughing behind me. I turn around to see Connor.

"He went into the one place you can't," he laughs.

"Haha, very funny," I say before playfully punching his arm.

"Come on. Let's go finish lunch."

"Okay."

I walk with Connor back to the cafeteria. Once we got there, we began heading to his usual table.

"So Connor is she the one?," one of the guys from his table said.

I give Connor the,"what the hell is going on?" look.

"What?! No."

He sits in an empty.

"Sit," he points to an empty seat across him. I sat in the empty spot.

"She is," he points to a girl with hazelnut hair, and blue-green eyes. She was wearing the school P.E. shirt and black skinny jeans with her hair in a fish tale braid to the side, and her glasses.

"Carrie Wattson?"

"Yes, Carrie Wattson."

The bell rang.

"Well, time to go to class y'all."

We all got up and went to our classes.