Just Watching// l.h.

Chapter 6

Aleigha P.O.V.

I shouldn't have spoke to him. I shouldn't have said anything to him. I shouldn't have let him touch my hair in the most gentle way possible. I shouldn't have let him tell me I'm beautiful. It was all a blur as his figure walked away. My face was beat red and then I realized what I truly came here for. My binder. It had all my drawings in it that no one knew about.

Yes, I loved to draw. It was my hidden talent that only Harry knew about. He loved how well I could draw. But lately, I had been drawing something more frequently and often. More like someone. The someone with the piercing blue eyes and the gorgeous lip-ringed smile. The someone who was trying so hard to make me forgive him. The someone who's fingers still lingered on my face. I had no idea what was wrong with me or why he was always in my thoughts. My favorite drawing I made of Luke was the one from my memory. His closed eyes and disappointed face when I turned to tell him to stay away. The way his hands tugged at his hair in frustration. The drawing was so detailed and I loved it.

Approaching my locker, my phone vibrates interrupting the lingering thoughts in my head. It was Harry.

Mom #2 says for me to pick you up, he typed. I'll be there in five x. I smile.

Okee x, I reply back. I typed in my locker combo quickly and opened my locker to find my binder laying there. I grab it and hug it close. It was so important to me. Once I had it, I started to walk towards the way I came in. Once I walked out, I noticed Luke sitting on a bench under the pavilion. I then realized it was raining. I sighed, knowing I had no other place to go but under the pavilion with him. I ran, my sweater covering my binder. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Wonderful weather right," he asks. I playfully glare at him and sit down across from him. I kinda hated myself for telling him to leave me alone. "Aleigha?" I look at him, his blue eyes full of sadness. "I know you told me to stay away... but my dad's coming to pick me up. If you need a ride you can tag along." I cover my face with my hair to hide my slight smile.

"No thanks," I say, quietly. "Harry's picking me up."

"That wavy haired kid," he asks and I nod. "Is he your boyfriend?" I jolt my head up.

"No," I exclaim. "He's my best friend. And popular as well. I doubt anyone would like me. Like that, at least."

"I like you," he admits with so much confidence. I widen my eyes and blush a bit. "And I'm sorry that I never stopped anything Michael did to you." I frown a bit. "And-" A honking horn interrupts him. Harry sits there, in his truck, waiting. "Here." Luke grabs my arm and a marker out of his pocket. He writes down a sequence of numbers and then gives me my arm back. "Call or text me if you need anything." I nod, standing up. He stands up with me and grabs my arm, lightly. "And I mean anything." He kisses my cheek, causing me to blush. I hide my face and pull my arm away, walking to the car. I open the door and Harry pulls me up.

"What just happened," he asks, a mixture of anger and astonishment. "Not interested, huh?"

"Shut up and drive," I say. He does as told, pulling out of the driveway. I had one last glance at his blue hair.

"Now explain," he says. His eyebrows were furrowed in rage.

"There's nothing to explain," I say. "You explain to me why you're so angry."

"He kissed you, Leigha," he states. "That's not cool."

"On the cheek," I say. "And why do you even care?"

"Because I'm allowed to," he says, frustrated. Something was wrong.

"Harry," I ask. "What's wrong?"

"He's not good for you, Aleigha," he says.

"He was just flirting, Ha-"

"It wasn't just flirting to me!" He exclaims, interrupting me. I flinch back. Harry hadn't been this angry in a long time.

"It's not like you're my boyfriend," I say, instantly regretting it. Harry's face filled with anger and he pulled the car over.

"Get out," he yelled.

"Harr-"

"I said get out!" He interrupted again. I open the door and step into the rain, covering my binder again. Harry pulled away and started driving. He just left me here.

"Ugh," I groan in frustration. "THANKS SO MUCH, BEST FRIEND!" I went to hide under a tree before a voice stopped me.

"You know that's really dangerous right," I turn and Mariah stands there. I sigh in relief.

"I really don't care anymore to be honest," I admit.

"You should come inside," she tells me.

"Are they in there," I ask and she nods. "No thanks."

"You don't have to talk to them," she begins. "I can for you if-"

"It's not that Mariah," I say. She raises an eyebrow.

"What do you mean," she asks.

"I mean your boyfriend's not all he's brought up to be," I roll my eyes. She seems more confused. "They hurt me. That's why I don't want to see them."

"What do you mean," she repeats.

"They bully me, Mariah," I clarify. "They push, kick, shove. They use rude words. That's why I say no." She seems astonished.

"But they're all sweethearts," she says, to herself mostly. She turns to me. "Who hurts you the most?"

"Physically, Michael," I speak, honestly. "Mentally, Luke. Because all he does is stand there and watch." I frown. "He's always just watching."