Him vs Her

Chapter 53

A/n: Skai at the top ^
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The thought that had been placed at the back of my mind. The thought I had been denying. The thought I had thought was long forgotten, was not. The thought I didn't want to face was now all up in my face. College. High school sweethearts and college, they don't really go together do they? Dancing on the outskirts of reality isn't as fun as it sounds. Growing up, I never thought I would desire for something so badly but at the same time, not desire so. Leaving here? I can't imagine it. Leaving him? I can't bring myself to think about it rather do it. 

"SKYLAR, YOU HAVE BEEN TALKING NON-STOP TODAY. YOU ARE INTERRUPTING MY LESSON AND I WILL NOT ALLOW IT. GET OUT, GET OUT OF MY CLASS THIS INSTANT," My thoughts were soon cut off by the teacher, whom I shall start calling annoying ass, his voice filled the classroom. He pointed to the door. I looked bewildered and utterly confused. Today is not my day. First he fucking failed me when I knew I did well but no, that's not enough. He just had to yell at me in front of the whole damned call for no apparent reason! What the fuck is this teacher's problem?

"What? But I-" I was about to explain how literally the entire classroom was chatting but yet he only told me off. What was that about?

"NOW!" he cut me off midway. I cursed under my breath and got out of my seat. I decided to shut the hell up before I made it worse. I headed for the door and closed it behind me slowly. Okay...This teacher cannot stand me, at all. I have never had someone hate me for no reason. I mean, I have various and when I say various, I literally mean countless people, who dislike me for a cause but not for no particular logic. The last lesson of the day was certainly the worst. I sat on the chair outside the classroom and started at the ceiling. WHY DOES THAT TEACHER HATE MY GUTS? The bell rung and I was ready to express my anger to Harry. In other words my volcano was erupting thanks to the teacher and I was about to explode all over Harry. 

"I SWEAR TO GOD, THAT TEACHER WAS BORN TO RUIN MY LIFE. IS IT WRONG TO WANT TO TAP DANCE ON HIS FACE?" I yelled.

"Are you done?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes. 

"Yeah," I sighed.

"Okay good, now that you can actually breathe, how about a long glass of water?" Harry offered. 

"I want to punch something!" I yelled, my hands clenched into fists and my face reddened. 

"Really?" Harry asked, surprise clear in his tone. I was actually expecting him to say 'you're nuts,' or something similar. 

"Yes really. Ugh, I am so mad," I stomped, getting into Harry's car. If it were my car I would've slammed the car door as hard as I could. 

"I have the perfect solution," he said, taking an usual turn. Where the hell are we going? 

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"Seriously? Boxing is your perfect solution?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You said you wanted to punch something, punch away," Harry said, pointing to the punch bag. I shrugged. I took the boxing gloves out of his hands and slipping them into my hands. I took a breath and punched the punching bag with all my might. It didn't move... Harry started laughing. "That's the best you can do?" I rolled my eyes. This time, just to prove him wrong, I hit the punching back even harder. It moved slightly, I sighed, leaning my head against it.

"This is hard," I spoke.

"Out of the way, let me demonstrate," Harry spoke cockily, gently pushing me aside. I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Oh please, Impress me why don't you?" I challenged. Harry smirked, with his gloves on his hands, still looking my way, he punched the punching bag. It swung back and forth as Harry held a satisfactory smile. I rolled my eyes in defeat.