Dark Green

Chapter 31

POV Quinn.

I walk through the campus covering my head with a black umbrella. I take a deep breath and I turn to my writing class. I don't feel like going there at all, I just want to get the money my boss owes me in the store and go home.

Yesterday was a pretty busy day like today's morning. The news of my dismissal has only caused some anger and pouting from my parents. Ryan's disappointment look and his warning made ​​leave and go to my room with my dinner untouched.

The pain in my stomach hasn't stopped since the time I didn't let Harry kiss me in the car. He has occupied my mind all night and my dreams have been based on his lips kissing every inch of my skin. I still can feel his warm breath on my body.

The morning wasn't better to be honest. I preferred to run away than facing the wrath of my parents and my brother's chagrin. I also avoided meeting Zac in the whole morning. Harry's comment about our little "adventure" two days ago would be all that occupied our conversation and I don't want to talk about it. I'll start thinking about him over and over again if I talk about it throughout the morning.

Suddenly, just as I enter the building where the next class is taught, my phone vibrates in my coat pocket. I close the soaked umbrella before getting the annoying device. My heart pounds when I see the name of Harry reflected on the screen.

'Don't answer, you know you shouldn't take it' my conscience repeates again and again.

With a sigh and a stake through my heart, I put the phone in my pocket and continue my way to my next class. This is the best for me, it's what everyone is saying and even my head does. I must do it even if it hurts or it's not what I really want. While I am walking to the classroom, my phone vibrates again in the pocket making another dagger sticks back into my damaged heart.

What if it is something about his mother? Maybe she's feeling worse Harry needs someone to go and be there with her. Maybe I should answer the phone just to make sure nothing happens. When I take the vibrating apparatus from the pocket, I remember I gave Victoria my phone number so she could call me in case something happens. I have to be strong and resist this time.

I arrive at the classroom door and turn off the phone when a third call comes to my phone. I don't want to interrupt the class or they will take my phone. The last thing I need is something to happen in college though, with the luck I'm having lately, is most likely to happen. I walk into the room where my classmates are sitting and I take a seat in the solitary  front row. I put my backpack on the table beside me and pull all the necessary materials for the next hour. I look at the dark screen of my phone with millions of ideas crossing my mind. I have to stop thinking about it or I'll go completely crazy.

"Good morning, class" the teacher's says voice behind us.

The few class members turn to him as he walks down the stairs to his large desk. He leaves there his worn leather briefcase and approaches the large black chalkboard that is in front of him.

"I read your essays and checked them. Many of you have spelling mistakes because of the electronics I guess but you have very good basis" he gets a white blackboard chalk and starts writing over there. "Today we will dedicate the class to do a little debate. I found this quote yesterday and I think the topic will get your interest" 

While explaining how will be to class today, he finishes typing the quote he has talked about. I snort when I read the capital letters on the board that say 'Love will tear us apart'. It may be a topic of interest for some people but not exactly what I want to talk right now.

The teacher sits at the corner of his desk and looks at the back of the room.

"You, the one wearing a white shirt , what do you think about the sentence?"