Dorm 308

{ T H I R T Y N I N E }

Almost three weeks had passed since Harry and I started to go out secretly. I agreed to it because I think that I'd rather keep our relationship private even if Harry stayed in a different school. Harry is still the talk of the people because of his expulsion. Everyone seemed to know about it, that Harry and I stayed together and managed to keep it a secret under the nose of the administration for a whole semester. I wondered anyway, how come they didn't know immediately about it. I was under the impression that the school let it slip because I had no place to stay and I already paid.

After the first few days of the shocking conclusion, or rather theory, that Harry has sibling, which I wonder if it's really Trevor, I couldn't blame myself for being a little dubious about Harry and his life. There are a lot of questions lingering on my mind that needs to be satisfied with answers; How come Harry didn't tell me he has a brother? I asked him and he straightforwardly denied it.

The most invasive action I have done so far to satisfy my question is to stalk Trevor on his social media accounts. As well as Harry. It was useless though. They barely post in it and Trevor didn't even put his last name on Facebook. Is there something much more serious in this secret? I read his tweets and stalk his Instagram posts but the closest thing I could connect him with Harry is their weird obsession with burgers. Trevor has a some posts – and other were only tagged to him – while eating burgers somewhere. Harry on the other hand, specifically told me he can't let a week pass by without eating one.

It's not even a strong evidence to say that they're brothers. Or maybe the love for burgers have become a genetic trait and it passes from one generation to another.

"I'm coming to attend your meeting today." Harry announced after greeting me through the phone this morning. He had been calling me every other day, day or night, or both, to check on me.

Harry, even though he's not part of the team anymore, constantly shows up at our meetings. He asked Elise to conduct the meeting outside the school's premises so he can come.

Harry confessed that he didn't care about expulsion until he realized that it means he has to let go of his position in the school paper. He cares about it more than his reputation. He then passed the post to Elise. Today, we're having our weekly meeting to discuss about something. Elise has been very good at making us guess. She didn't tell us the reason for the meeting but told us it was mandatory.

"I know. You always do." I rolled my eyes at him through the phone. I was steadying my phone between my shoulder and cheek as I make my way to my first class.

"You keep whining about me showing up but I know deep inside that your anticipate my wonderful appearance." He said, with pure smugness lacing his voice. I rolled my eyes again. As what Harry said, "you keep rolling your eyes that I won't wonder if one day your irises are stuck on the roof of your eyes."

"It would be nice if you don't keep butting in our discussion." What I said was true. Harry keeps on speaking in the middle of the discussion to suggest headline and feature stories. Vane said that it was okay but Elise got annoyed and made him shut up completely by saying he has no right to tell her what to do because he's not the Editor-in-Chief anymore.

I know Elise didn't mean to tell him that harshly, but of course, what done is done. Harry left the meeting and I was torn between staying behind and following him. I followed him instead. It was the same night where I let him pour out all his frustrating emotions and rant about the things he said and I quote, "pure crap"

"I just want things to still be nice even without me." Harry protested.

"Have a little faith on Elise, you wouldn't give her the position if you don't believe in her, don't you?" I reasoned.