Chapter 38

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Hiii thank you for excusing my absence yesterday, hope you enjoy the chapter :) 

After walking to Harry’s house quickly to grab his book bag and climb in his car, we arrived at school.  This is was the first time we had driven to school together, a fact that surprised me considering how close we lived to each other. 

There was something intimate to me about driving to school together, something that really cemented our feelings for one another.  This was ridiculous, of course; if anything should have confirmed our status, it was what had finally happened last night.  Despite this, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy at the simple fact.

It felt like it had been weeks since I had been at school.  So much had happened over the last few days that school had been the least of my worries.  The faces of the students around me blurred together, making almost no impression on me.  Only Harry’s face shown out among the crowd.  I walked closely to him as we made our way through the parking lot, weaving our path through the parked cars. 

“It’s weird being back,” I told him.  He glanced down at me.

“Why’s that?”

I shrugged.  “I don’t know,” I admitted.  I honestly couldn’t pinpoint the source of the difference, but I could feel it.  The shift in my attitude could only be related to Harry, but what exactly that was, I wasn’t sure.  I knew that if I were to run into Colt or any of my old friends, I most likely wouldn’t be able to stop myself from punching him again, which was probably the source of my attitude change. 

I felt apprehensive as we walked down the hallway, approaching his locker to gather the necessary books.  Leaning against the metal, I wearily eyed the passing students, keeping an eye out for the despicable boy who had dared harm my Harry. 

“I think it’s probably because I want to hit anyone even associated with Colt,” I said, voicing my realization.  He frowned at me.

“Joey, I told you…” he said before I cut him off by waving my hand between us.

“I know, I know, it’s not my fault, but that doesn’t change the fact that I want to hit him with a desk,” I said, growing angrier by the second as my eyes scanned the crowd for his smug face.  My eyebrows came together in a scowl just at the thought of him.  I could hear Harry sigh beside me.

“Please don’t do anything,” he pleaded. “That’s probably exactly what he wants.”

Of course this had occurred to me.  That was why they had done it in the first place- to hurt me.  And, probably, because they were just used to abusing Harry.  It was a perfect two-for-one.  Despicable.  My mind was distracted as I continued to examine the hallway, trying to decide what to do to Colt first when I inevitably ran into him. 

Just as I was considering the merits of hitting him in the jaw with a book, I felt Harry’s hand close gently around my chin, bringing my face around to look at him.  He peered into my eyes as I blinked a few times, adjusting to the beautiful sight of him in front of me.

“Did you hear me?” he asked softly, still holding my chin.

I huffed.  “Yes.  Harry I can’t just do nothing, what’s going to stop them from doing it again otherwise?” As much as I loved how gentle and genuine he was, times like this frustrated me.  I wanted him to be mad, to want Colt to be sorry, something.  Anything.  Yet he stood in front of me, placid expression on his face as he practically begged me to let it go. 

“They won’t,” he said surely.  How could he possibly know that?

“Harry,” I started, exasperation creeping into my tone.  “You don’t know that! Colt’s got this stupid school wrapped around his finger and he can practically do whatever he wants and get away with it.” I was frowning now, eyebrows pulled tightly together.

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