psychopath-h.s

Chapter 5

  Harry and I worked on our project for an hour or so, we kept making eye contact and laughed at stupid things that didn't even make sense. I looked down at the neon green poster board and started laughing "What the hell is that?" I asked Harry pointing to the scribbles "What do you mean?" " Are those even sentences? It's like you gave up on writing and started scribbling" "That's exactly what I did" he says while laughing. While we were working on the project, my fault I mean while Harry was working on the project I was distracted by the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs and how prominent his dimples were, I crave to know more about him.

     I snap back to reality when his phone rings. He stands up, and walks out of the room and closes the door. I hear him answer but I don't want to be nosy so I focus on the project. A few minutes go by when he slams the door open "FUCK!" he says while grabbing his bag from the floor. He came in so quickly I didn't even process he left.
      
    While standing I hear the front door slam shut downstairs. I'm guessing this is my cue to leave, or should I stay ? No Yannet why would you stay at someone's house when they're not even here. Should I call him? Shit, I don't even have his number. I grab my bag and decide to leave the poster on the floor, while going down the stairs I notice the holes in the walls, you can tell someone's punched it. Harry wouldn't do that... I open the front door and jump when I see him sitting on the wooden porch with a cigarette in his hand. "Harry are you alright?" He takes another puff of his cigarette and blows it into the air. I hate the smell. It feels like years pass when he answers "I think it'd be best if you leave" he doesn't look at me, for he is too distracted killing himself.

       AUTHORS NOTE

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