Esoteric // h.s

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To your health - Keaton Henson
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The sounds of lockers slamming was torture to my head. My head was pounding from the stress and crying I had endured all night and now I was really feeling it.

Walking down the steps toward Art I was stopped by that douche who was bullying Harry the other day. Rolling my eyes I tried to walk around him only to be stopped.

"Are you actually mad at me for yesterday baby?" he asks and I cringe at the nickname. I hated how close he was.

"Yes. Bullying isn't ok. Assault isn't ok."

He keeps me trapped by the double doors while he looks down on me. I knew I was tiny but if he didn't move in a second I was gonna kick where the sun doesn't shine I swear.

"I'm sorry. If we leave the loser alone will you give me a chance. You're all hot and mysterious, and I always get what I want" he says before he winks at me.

I swear my days just get worse and worse.

Rolling my eyes I push him away before walking to my art class I have for the day. At least I won't have to really speak to anyone in this class.

The teacher places me at a round table in the back and I sit in it, pulling out Jonah's journal. I skimmed through the drawings with a small smile on my face. He was really talented.

People started to sit down around me and I put my things away. A pretty Arabic boy sat next to my right while talking to another guy. Looking up I saw the one person I didn't want to see today. Harry.

He had regret in his eye and a little bit of sadness but I only looked for a second. I stared into my lap and ignored him as he sat next to me in his assigned seat.

"Hey you're in my Italian class" a girl calls from across our table, looking at me. Lola was her name. I remember that cheerleader saying those awful things to her.

"Um yea." I only look up for a couple seconds before looking back downward. She seems content enough with my answer to not say anything else to me and leave me be.

The teacher begins to talk and tells us to sketch something from the person to our left. Of course. Harry is staring at me and I don't want to talk to him .

"I'm sorry" I hear him whisper to me while moving closer to me. Turning to see if anyone was looking or listening, I just ignored him and kept my gaze down.

"I'm serious. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean anything I said, its just I was angry and I took it out on you. I'm really am sorry" he pleads as I look at my sketchbook.

Taking a big sigh I answer him.

"It's ok. I get it."

"No it's not ok. I'm a huge asshole, I would never joke about something so delicate to you or anyone for that matter" he says and I finally look at him. His eyes a pleading and I can tell he's sincere.

"Really it's ok. Emotions can get the best of people."

If only he knew that I couldn't handle mine and it had been getting harder everyday.

He lets a sigh of relief and slouches a bit before holding out his hand.

"Can we just start over. I'm Harry by the way, but you knew that" he says. I shake his hand lightly and give him a small smile.

"Althea."

"Pretty name" he says. I thank him and I draw his tattoos on his arm for the project while he just stares at me. I'm a little uncomfortable but I just fall into my sketches.

Soon the class is over and I slide the book to Harry so he can look at them.

"Holy shit. These are really good" he says as he keeps looking from the drawing to his forearm.

"Thanks."

"Do you mind if I keep one of them" he asks as he gazes down, entranced in the drawing. I scare him out of his trance by ripping three pages out the sketchbook and handing them to him.

He sends a huge grin and I just smile back before getting up. I grab my backpack and walk out the room toward my next class, feeling a little less tired then usual to be here.

But why?

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Hello babes, long time no see!!

Love you guys to the moon and back!

Althea and Harry :') 💕

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