Chapter 7

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Watching them stare at me was harder than I thought. No matter how strong I think I am, It hurts. It hurts to know that they used to be my friends. But now all they can say are negative things. I dont even know them. I dont even care to know them.  Harry must have seen My face because he took my hand and walked away we waited for the bus in silence. when it arrived and we piled on he broke the silence "whats the deal? you know with them" he said looking over at them. they are all whispering and looking over at us. I dont know what to tell him. How do I know I can trust him? 

"They um.. well lets just say they ruined my life" I say as my face loses color and I look down

"look" he says lifting my head "I know we just met But Theres something about you that makes me feel comfortable, like ive known you forever and dont worry about them..." he says glancing over and giving them a dirty look. "Anyways what do you want to do?" he asks... "Starbucks and maybe a movie at my place?" I say giving him a smirk "Sounds like a dream" he says laughing we get off the bus and walk to Starbucks. as I listen to him explain what he wants to do when he gets older I notice his accent.. Its British! omg why didnt I notice?

We Got our Starbucks and headed to my house "so what do you see yourself doing in the future?" he asks sipping his warm drink. "Im undecided, But I am quite interested in Social Media. Maybe something todo with that" I say and smile. as we get closer to my house I remember we have to walk through the park. That park.. It carries too many memories. heartbreak. pain and sadness is all that comes to mind when I see this park. But everyone hangs out here as If they have nothing else todo. Unfortunately My house is right infront of it so everyone will be able to us walk in. 

We walk pass the huge group of people and I can hear them talking about us

"they are talking about us" i say softly looking up at Harry. He was already looking at me

"I know" he says giving me a big grin. As we enter my house we walk up stairs into my room he looks around and takes everything in 

"your parents are ok with this?" he asks looking at me 

"Its just my dad and Yeah, Hes just happy Im socializing and Its not like hes around enough to care" I say looking across the room.

His eyes dart to my bed and looks at the papers scattered everywhere. I quickly run to my bed and try to clean them up. 

"Im so sorry Breane, I was busy cooking Ill clean it now" Donna, the woman who cleans my room says entering my room "Its okay! Ill clean it" she walks out of the room leaving Cameron and I. I pick up the papers and the box and walk into my closet hiding them underneath clothes. we both sit on my bed. I look at his features. He looks much older than a grade 11

"Why do you look much older?" I blurt out, realizing what I just did I cover my mouth 

"Im so sorry I didnt mean to.." he cuts me off before I can finish

"No its ok, Well im suppose to be in grade 12 but I started school late when I was young because of my parents traveling."  he explains that makes much more sense "Ohh" I say smiling "lets watch a  movie now" he says turning to the TV. after a long argument be decide on The perks of being a wallflower. we talked in between the movie but it was nothing special. 

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Its been a month.

A month since Harry and I started talking. It has been the most wonderful month of my life. Its almost like I wish I knew him sooner. Maybe I wouldn't be so miserable. He has opened up to me. Told me things no one knows about him. But me, I still cant. My wall is up and Its blocking the emotion between us. He looks sad everytime I change the subject so I wont have to tell him my past or how I feel.. But thats all I know how todo.

I have changed, The people around me have noticed it. Im noticing it. My father is also quite pleased with my new friend. He really does like Harry and has invited him many times to the "weekly family dinner." I wake up and go down stairs.. Its Saturday. I am surprised to see Harry there, sitting on the couch He looks up at me and his face is cut open. what happend?

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