CHAPTER 5

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The rest of the day went well just catching Harry staring at me a couple of times and when I look at him he pretends to be looking behind me.
    It feels like it took forever for this day to end. It was a long day. I went to my locker to take my homework stuff. I saw Harry talking to some guys. They were laughing at every single person and harassing and beating the shit out of every weak guy who can't defend himself. I hated him then. I hoped that they won't see me, the day was already a horrible day, I couldn't bear anymore arguments or troubles. I am fed up.
    When I closed the locker door and started moving towards the gate of the school, I felt someone touching me from behind. I looked back but saw no one. I put on my headphones and forgot about it.
   I was walking home, it takes me about 30 minutes walking to reach home.
   "Hey" someone said too close to my ears so I could hear over the music in the headphones. I gasped and turned backward quickly to see who it was. Oh God , Harry , please not again. I am really fed up.
       "What's wrong with you?" I said harshly.
   "What's wrong with me?"
   "Yeah, why are you following me and always scare me..?"
   He laughed, his laugh is contagious, I tried to look angry and it took every ounce of me not to smile.
    "Why are you laughing?, what is funny about what I said?" I said frowning
    "You look pretty when you are angry." I blushed, this is the first time someone tells me you are beautiful other than my parents.
    "You look beautiful when you are shy too, love it when you blush." He said. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, why can't I just stop him?
    "That has nothing to do with what I was saying" I said trying hard not to smile. I started walking quickly however I know that he must be following me.
    Finally I reached home, I looked back and found that Harry was still following me, this is what I was afraid of. I didn't want him to know where my home is. He would follow me everyday and if one of my parents knew, I would be in a really big trouble.
      I stop for a couple of seconds thinking what should I do. I decided to be brave and talk to him. I turned and started walking towards him, I think he saw it coming because he didn't look amazed or something.

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