The day dragged on. Of course. There was a part of me that wanted to go into that parking lot and scream bloody hell at Harry for thinking he could just order me around all the time.
There was also a part of me that itched to get closer. To know why, according to Isabella, he stopped talking to all his friends. To know why, he lived in such a big house, and I'd only ever seen him and a young girl come out.
The hands of the clock seemed to tick, slowly and loudly in my head as I continued to be lost in thought.
My eyes bore into the board, where my teacher kept scribbling down things I couldn't understand.
Finally, we had reached the last class.
I sat, in the same routine, until the bell finally rang.
I slowly got up from my seat and walked out into the hallway. The closer I got, the faster my legs pushed. Any minute now, he'd be there.
Shirt tight against his built frame, and his curly hair sloppy and falling into his face.
I pushed the doors that led me outside, as my eyes scanned everywhere for the black mustang.
There was light drizzle, and I popped up the hood of my jacket to cover my hair as I stepped out.
As I kept my pace, my eyes found the black Mustang, waiting for me.
The windows were tinted, but no one else here drove that kind of car.
As I grew nearer, I heard the lock of the door click.
I opened it and there he was.
Sitting behind the wheel, raindrops falling from his wet hair onto his shirt in cadence.
I slid in without word.
As soon as the door was shut, the Mustang shot forward.
We drove in silence yet again.
He seemed lost in thought, as his eyebrows furrowed together, and his hands gripped the wheel. Eventually we reached my house. I felt uncomfortable, sitting in his car, again without reason.
I thanked him awkwardly again before stepping out. As I walked up the driveway, I heard the faint noise of another car door closing.
And then footsteps followed behind me, cracking the rocks under their soles. I looked over my shoulder, to find him following.
"Literally, what the fuck?" I threw my hands up in confusion, stopping my tracks.
He stopped too, and I took sight of him.
His expression was new. Different. If I didn't know any better, I would guess he was in pain.
His teeth gritted together, and he spoke through them with clenched fists.
"Please, can I come in? Just for a while?"
I stood there, confused by everything.
I knew my mom wasn't home, but what was his deal?
Why was he so peeked and interested?
I knew this was about something bigger than just me. The expression on his face nearly broke my heart, and I had no idea why.
I quietly turned, walking to the front door.
I could hear his feet dragging behind me as I turned the lock to let us in.
The door pushed open, and I extended my arm. He walked up, simply staring inside. I watched him, intrigued.
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