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Chapter 3. (( Please vote and comment! :) ))

I didn’t break my promise. Even though I saw Harry every day, and he saw me, I didn’t talk to him. I couldn’t help but look at him every time I could. He’d smirk at me and he even tried to talk to me, I guess just in a friendly way. I wasn’t a person who would ignore someone, because I’d feel unkind and kinda bitchy, and that’s what I didn’t want other people to think of me. It was quite hard to ignore him, because all he wanted to do, was just having a small talk, probably to ask how school was and if I liked it. Once he did talk to me, but I just gave him a short, nervous answer before walking away. I still didn’t understand why I’d be nervous, because there was no reason, right? Maybe it was because I knew that my friends wanted me to stay away from him. But just because he was ‘dangerous’, didn’t have to mean he couldn’t be nice to me.

I wriggled myself under the blankets on my bed, holding some books and study notes on my lap. The rain was clattering against the windows while more dark clouds came closer, I didn’t mind though. I loved these moments when it was raining and  I could lay in my bed under the warm blankets. It was dark outside, thunder would probably come before I’d know it.

I was fully concentrated on my homework when I suddenly felt my phone vibrating next to me on the mattress. I didn’t bother checking who was calling me, but I just picked up my phone and held it against my ear. I waited for the other person to speak while I tried to read a few more sentences in my book.

“Why do you ignore me?” In a second I knew it was him, I could hear it, his raspy voice filling my ears. A gasp escaped my throat, why would he call me? Of course, he called to ask why I ignored him all the time he wanted to talk to me.

“I, eh…” I managed to stammer, immediately distracted from my homework. Somehow, my fingers were shaking and so was my voice. I could hear the bit of anger and disappointment in his voice, causing me to feel guilty.  Before I knew, I pressed the button on my phone to hang up, breaking the conversation between the boy and I. I was left confused, why did he call me? Why would he care about me not talking to him? We only talked for once, and that didn’t mean you have to talk more often. 

I wonder what made me hang up on him, because a part of me did want to talk to him, but it was just that my friends their voices and comments were still in my mind. But they couldn’t forbid me to talk to someone either. I was 17 year old, I could make my own decisions.

The next day at school went quite well. My friends didn’t ask anything about Harry and we just had fun. If Harry hadn’t  call me the night before, I wouldn’t be thinking about him. But I did. The only think I wanted to know was why he cared about me talking to him or not, but I’d never know the answer.

The confusing thing was that I noticed that a black haired guy kept looking at me, actually the same way as Harry did for the first time. I tried to ignore him, but because he kept following me as well, holding a quite big distance though, I couldn’t. I just tried to shrug it off and I wondered why I made a problem of everything. That guy was just in our school and hadn’t seen me before.

It was lunch time when my friends and I were all sitting around a table in the canteen, eating our sandwiches or some noodles. I could see the black haired guy watching me again, and it actually made me feel uncomfortable. But I was just overreacting again, I made a problem of everything.

“Demi,” Eleanor’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up to the brown haired girl and waited for her to continue while she took a quick bite of her sandwich, before saying, “Did Harry talk to you, somewhere the last few days?” I was surprised by her question, but answered though. “No.” “Oh, good.” She said with a small smile. After that, there was an awkward silence between the all of us. I looked around the canteen, searching for the black haired boy and I finally saw him. He was still watching me, causing me to look back to my friends as quick as I could.