Stranded

Chapter 39

"What kind of pizza do you want?" he asks.

"Hawaiian." I answer quickly. Hawaiian pizza is my all time absolute favourite. Actually,I can't say that because I'll try pretty much everything and eat pretty much everything.

"Eeewww." Harry scrunched up his nose. "You are one weird child." he comments.

I place my hands on my hips. "You're the crazy one if you don't like Hawaiian pizza Mr. I-Judge-People-On-Their-Food-Choices."

He smiles. "I like it when you're sassy."

"You are so bipolar." I roll my eyes.

"I know. But you love me anyways." he smiles cheekily.

"Oh just shut it and order the pizza. I'm starving."

"Are you thirsty?" Harry asks, a mischievous expression on his face as I finish my third slice.

"Yea." I answer but Harry doesn't move. "Well are you gonna-" I stop when I get his dirty joke. "Harry!!"

"I was wondering when you'd catch on."

"You have such a perverted mind."

"It's a gift."

I pull out his laptop and log into my email. I haven't checked it in like, forever.

I see a whole bunch of mail from Forever21, Charlotte Russe, and a whole bunch of other stores. Delete. I'm about to just multi delete everything from the last month when something catches my eye. It's from my school...

To: Ms. Cassidy Rose Pryce

To Ms. Cassidy Rose Pryce,

It is a big concern of ours that you have not been to any classes nor have you turned in any of your work. If there has been an issue, please contact us immediately. We got word that you are out of the country, so please email us back at your latest convenience.

Thank you,

Mr. Greg Laws, LLSU Headmaster

"Ugh." I groan and close my eyes. I really don't know what to do now. There's another problem that has popped up. I absolutely, positively, 100 percent DO NOT want to go to law school anymore, but my mother wants me to, but I want to be happy and I just don't know what to do. I need ice cream.

"What's wrong?" Harry asks.

"It's an email from LLSU. They're wondering why I haven't attended any of my classes or handed in any of my work." I explain.

"Oh," he says. "Well, what are you going to do?"

"I honestly have no freaking clue," I say. "I have to go back to the States. Drop out of LLSU and start at an art school sometime in the fall, see if they have dorms or if I have to rent an apartment, and get a job. I have about eight weeks to get it all done."

"So, you're still going to move back to the States? For sure?" he asks. I open my eyes and look at him.

"Yea. I can't stay here, Harry. You know that."

"I know," he says and takes his laptop from me. "That's why I'm gonna help you get it done."

"Harry, you don't have to, honestly. I'll figure it out myself."

"Nope! I'm helping you and there's nothing you can do or say that'll make me change my mind. Now I'm offering my expertise help. I'd take it if I were you." he winks at me and smiles.

I scoot closer to him as he types Art schools in California into the Google search engine.

"How about...that one." Harry points one out. I look at him like he's lost it.