Broken

Chapter 4

I stared down at the wet patch he had created, now stinking of coffee after he spilled it all down my front. The boiling hot cappacino seeped through the fabric of my Starbucks shirt, stinging my skin. A long slow tear ran down my cheek, nothing to do with the fact that the coffee was burning me.

"Oh my god did I hurt you?' He asked looking guilty, " please don't cry"

I covered my eyes with my hands, all my emotions that I had bottled up all day pouring out uncontrollably.

"No...no...it's just...it's just been a rough day, y'know?" I tried to say through the tears.

He nodded, still glancing down at my chest. I made a face with disgust and ran away to the back to change.

"Kristen! Where are you going? I need you here!" She called after me.

I ignored her and pulled my shirt off as I walked into the changing room. I opened my locker and pulled out my polo shirt, even though I knew that Dawna would disapprove. I screamed as I closed the door, the green-eyed boy who spilt the coffee on me standing in the doorway. He stood staring at me a second longer than he should have as I tried to cover myself.

"Get out!" I cried, throwing a random shoe at his head.

He dodged it and laughed, making me even more frustrated with whoever he was.

"Now!" I screamed.

"Okay,okay," he said, pouting sadly, "I'm sorry."

I gestured him to get out once again and he closed the door. Who the hell was this perverted species of guy?!

I pulled my polo shirt on, breathing an agitated sigh. I flung the door open, preparing a speech to confront him. He stood leaning against the wall, smirking at me. I held my finger out to him, getting ready to scream in his face.

He laughed,"I'm Harry," he shook my hand which wasn't what I was aiming to do...

My mouth hung open making him grin more.

"I really am sorry," he whispered, his face falling slightly.

"It's fine honestly," I said smiling at him to keep the peace," it's just been one of those days."

Harry nodded," and me spilling coffee on you was just the cherry on top."

I laughed, "exactly."

"So your name is...?" he asked.

"Oh sorry, I'm Kirsten," I said.

He smiled and I couldn't help but notice how perfect his teeth were. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of green, a sexy mop of brown hair on his head. I stared at the tattoos all over his arms, the most random and strange illustrations I've ever seen on someone's body. He had a small piercing on his eyebrow which I wouldn't usually find attractive in a guy. He caught me staring and smiled, making me blush.

"Your not the one that should be apologising," he said," so do you want to talk about your rough day? it helps you know, telling a total stranger."

I snorted with laughter, a total stranger called Harry who was so unbearably sexy and just happens to have seen me topless.

"I wouldn't call you a total stranger..."

He grinned, turning my gut into mush, god he was hot.

"Look I know this is a really strange question...but do you want to go out somewhere? Like for a drink or something... and hopefully I won't spill anything on you this time, he asked, taking my breath away.

I looked behind me towards the cafe, picturing Dawna running ragged by herself. But going out with someone like Harry, even though he nearly burnt me, sounded pretty appealing.

"Okay but quick!" I cried, laughing and pushing him out the back door.

He laughed and grabbed my wrist, pulling me quickly into the street. I looked over my shoulder, feeling guilty for leaving Dawna alone in that chaos.

"You deserve a break," a tiny voice said in my head and I quite agreed.

We were running by this point, laughing breathlessly. He looked insanely gorgeous as the wind pushed back his crazy yet attractive hair. He pulled me round and into a narrow alleyway, so close we were almost touching.

"I..I think we're safe now," he sighed.

I was crying with laughter, happy tears rolling down my face. He reached his hand out to my face and wiped them away, making me gasp with shock. I could feel the electricity from his touch, sending a shiver down my spine. He smiled as if he could feel what he was doing to me, I looked away. I had just met him and yet he thought he could flirt with me...touch me.

"So where are you planning on taking me?" I asked to distract him.

"Oh...there's a bar just round the corner, if you wanna go?" he suggested.

I nodded, kicking myself because I hadn't told him...I'm only 16, I can't drink? But I followed him anyway, walking along beside him.

"You never told me why your day was so bad? I'm like a councillor, you can trust me," he said grinning to bribe me.

"You'll regret it later," I thought.

It all came pouring out, once I started I couldn't stop. I practically told him my whole life story, his face becoming more of a frown than a grin.

"I...I'm so sorry," he whispered.

"Don't be, " I sighed.

His finger gently touched mine, making me flinch. I smiled sadly at him, wondering what his story was.

We stopped in front of a bar with the name "colours" hanging in bright LED lights. He opened the door for me, gesturing for me to go in. I looked at him cautiously, biting my lip.

"You've never been in a bar before?" he asked.

"Yes! Of course!" yet another lie.

He smiled and followed behind me...