Love is Lame

Chapter Two

"Being clumsy how?" He quizzed me. Does he have to be so fucking nosy? It's my life.

"Just being clumsy." I shot at him, my voice breaking. "Where am I dropping you off?" I changed the subject.

"I'll guide you to my apartment," He said. I felt his eyes on my arm, and it was bothering me.

"Have you never fucking met someone who cut themselves?" I snapped.

"Oh, I have," He said cooly. Too cooly. "It just bothers me that you do. You're too beautiful." I gasped, looking at him.

"Don't lie to me. It's disrespectful," I whispered. "Shit," I mumbled.

"What?"

"My roommate's home." I groaned.

"I take it you don't like her?" He asked as he motioned for me to turn. I shook my head no. "You can stay at my apartment."

"Excuse me?" I questioned him. "What kind of person do you think I am?"

He laughed and I didn't know why. "I mean I'll sleep on the couch. Geez, lighten up."

"Oh." I squeaked. "Well, that's fine I guess. I am not sleeping in this dress, though, we're going to stop by my dorm." I demanded.

"I have clothes, but whatever." He said. I ignored him and changed route to my dorm. I turned up the radio and saw it was already 1:30 AM. When I pulled into the parking lot, I told Harry I'd be right back but he insisted to come with me.

Walking into my trashed room, Anna was sleeping and Harry laughed at her appearance. "Why does she sleep with pants on?" He laughed.

I snorted. Out of everything, that's what he sees. "Do you sleep with pants on?" He laughed as he asked me.

"Sometimes," I laughed, Anna stirring in her bed.

"I thought you wouldn't be here," She moaned, sitting on her elbows to see Harry sitting on my bed and her cheeks flushed.

"Hey," Harry laughed. She groaned and laid back down, stuffing her face in her pillow.

"You're disgusting," Anna grumbled. I didn't know who she was talking to, so I grabbed my bag of makeup and bathroom things and left.

Harry was still laughing when I got into the car. "She's sleeping at two AM on a Saturday and she's in college." He smirked.

"She's a virgin," I added, which made Harry laugh and I smiled.

"You have a cute smile. You should do it more often." He said, looking out the window.

"How do you have your own apartment when you just transferred?" I asked as we pulled out of campus.

"I have a job." He said, as if I was stupid.

"So do I."

"Really? Doing what?" He asked. "Turn left, second driveway on the right."

I did as he said. "I work at the local middle school for a paid intern. I'm like their little therapist, I guess," I explained.

"I didn't think you would like kids." Harry noted.

"I love all the ones I have. The only classes I go to are literature and calc." I said, shutting the car off. "What do you do?" I asked. I never take interest in people like this. If if were anyone else, I wouldn't care. I liked how nonchalant our conversations are. It's weird because I hate talking to people.

"I used to be an intern at a school, kind of like what you do now. You know, back in England. I'm still looking for something here." He said as I turned the car off and got my things. I climbed out and followed him into the building and up the stairs to the nicest apartment I'd ever seen. It looked like it belonged in a movie or a Better Homes & Garden Magazine. The wood floors creaked with every step and as I looked into the living room, I saw there was a window overlooking the small town.