Y'N's P.O.V
I ran down the stairs, wanting to ignore the everyone. And by everyone, I mean Harry. To be specific. "Y/N, PLEASE STOP!" I looked over at him. Then looking forwards again, just to fall on top of someone. Marcel. (OH YEAH BABY)
"I-I'm so-sorry." I stuttered. He smiled at me, "I-its alright. You weren't watching where you were going." He nodded. "Yeah, I know I wasn't. Thanks for mentioning it." I chuckled. Marcel laughed, "Y/N right?" "Yeah," You nodded. "Listen, Marcel. I really don't have time to talk. I-"
"Y/N!" I stumbled backwards, ready to walk away. This time instead of running, I walked rather quickly. Making my way to the dark stairway, I pushed the door. Only for it not to open. "OPEN!" I yelled. "Ms? That door is-" "Ugh!" I slapped the door, pushing my back against the door. "The door has wet paint on it!!" The janitor yelled. I gasped, looking at my now, gray painted hand. And my cardigan, now splattered paint on it. "You couldn't tell me?!" I shouted. Turning my head back to get a glance at my back. His eyebrows furrowed in anger. "I was!" I turned back to the janitor, my eyes shortly squinted, I slightly raised my eyebrow at his attitude.
"Y/N, please to stop run-"
"Leave me alone, its over with. Its done." I cut him off sternly, rubbing my hands on my pants. Trying to scrub the paint of my hand. "I-I'm sor-" I walked over to Harry.
"Just, please. Leave me alone." I pleaded, looking at him with depressed eyes. His eyes looked staright into mine, with the same expression filled in his eyes. I was ready to walk away, when a grip was soon on my arm. I whipped my head to Harry's direction. "Stop," I softly demanded. "No, look I'm sor-"
"I don't wanna hear it," I pulled my own arm, trying to release myself. "Listen," His eyes suddenly -darkened. "What happened in there-I just-"
"Can't finish your own sentences?" I questioned. Anger, depression all shook in a bottle inside me. "Yes, I can," He mumbled. "Just leav-"
"No! Shut the fuck up and listen!! Damn, I'm trying to apologize and you won't fucking let me! Aren't you trying to fix this conflict?!" He shouted in my face. Well, my head actually. I was looking down the whole time. "Let her go boy," The janitor said. Yeah, jump into the conversation. Paul.
"No, I'm trying to ap-" "She doesn't want you to," He defended me. Harry glared at me, releasing my arm. I stared at him while my arm was out of his grip. Instead of standing there until someone spoke, I walked all the way down the staircase, looking up. Watching Harry stare down at me.
*
English, my first class of the daiii. I walked in, all eyes on me. Again? Really? I made my way to my seat-that was taken by Ali. "You're in my seat." I mumbled. Ali's head turned to me. "Is your name on it? Cause I don't see it." The classic 'Is your name on it'.
I sighed and gritted my teeth. "It will be written in your blood if you don't move." Her eyes sparkled under the light, her lips stayed in a smirk. "Oh? Am I suppose to be horri-"
"Ms. Y/L/N. Just take a seat right here." I sucked my teeth as I stared at Ali. I kept my head down, not looking at anything or anyone. "Where?" I asked. "Hm." I looked over at where Mrs.Wilson was referring to. Harry. "Um, I'm good." I shook my head. "Y/N," She sighed. "Mrs. Wilson, I-" "No excuses, now sit." I looked over at Ali. "Ali get out of my seat!" I demanded, my eyes full of plead. "Y/N, no. Sit!" "Ali!" I shouted. "Y/N, I swear to God right now, if you don't put your freaking ass on that damn chair." She paused, a chorus of 'ooo's' were filling up the room.
I dragged myself towards the seat. I stood next to the chair waiting for Harry to remove his bag from it. "Oh, sorry." He mumbled, pulling on his bag, letting it drop to the floor. He had a hood covering his head. "It's al-alright." I stuttered. I never noticed him wearing sunglasses until, now.
