Damaged

Chapter 2

Cassie’s POV

It’s now last period, Business Studies. I walk into the class smiling, and laughing with Darcie. My smile soon fades when I notice a certain curly haired boy sitting at a desk, talking to someone I recognise as Zayn Malik, from my Drama class. I loud groan escapes my lips, and I roll my eyes. 

“What’s that?” asks Darcie, smiling. 

“He’s in our fucking class.” I reply.

“Who’s in our class?”

“Harry.”

“I WIN!” Darcie yells, drawing attention to us. Especially attention from a certain someone, I would rather not be visible to. 

“But that’s not fair, it doesn’t count!” I try to argue, but I can tell I have lost. And Darcie won. We take our seats, however we are stuck sitting behind Harry and Zayn. 

“You have to come to Brianna’s with me on Friday.” Darcie exclaims, a little too loudly. 

Harry turns right around, with an extremely confused expression on his face. “What?” Harry asks, I can’t tell whether or not he’s angry. He has no right to be. It’s a free country, and I can go to whatever party I want. I decide to have a little fun with this.

I turn to Darcie, pretending not to hear him. “Okay fine, I’ll go to Brianna’s party with you on Friday. Come to think of it, I’m actually quite excited.” I try to hide my smirk, and substitute it with a smile. I can feel Harry’s eyes burning into me. 

“Oh my God. Yes. Finally. You are becoming human. What are you going to wear?” Darcie questions, obviously pleased with my sudden change of attitude. 

“I’m not sure. Maybe we should go shopping, how’s tomorrow afternoon?” 

“I have something on. Wednesday?” 

“Yeah okay, sounds good.” I turn my face to the front, and notice Harry is still looking. His expression has gone from confused, to shocked. “May I help you?” I ask him, rather rudely. 

Harry’s POV

“May I help you?” She asks me, with an annoyed tone to her voice. 

I want to tell her how she doesn’t really need to go out and buy a whole new dress for this, she’ll look good in anything. But I settle for a insult, to try and push these thoughts to the back of my head. I cannot afford to be thinking about this. “Oh nothing. I was just wondering, what the fuck someone like you, would be doing at a party on a Friday night. Shouldn’t you be at church, or the library?” 

“Shouldn’t you be getting drunk off your face?” She argues back. “That seems to be all you’re good for.”

“I’d say the same to you, but obviously you’re too bloody frigid to even go near a glass of soda.”

“Frigid is used in regards to the term of sex, Harry. You cannot simply be comparing sex to soda.”

Hearing the word “sex” and my name, come out of her mouth in the same sentence. Is truly a frustrating experience for me. How does she do this? Have this much control over without even knowing. “Now that you mention it, you are pretty frigid when it comes to sex. Though you really seem to be rocking that “virgin church girl look”.”

“At least I’m not a womanising, man-whore. Who only ever drinks and takes drugs, and won’t ever amount to anything else in life.” She fires back. She crosses her arms and looks back to her friend. 

I turn back and face the front. It hurts me to think that’s what she thinks of me. It hurts me that she says these things to me. But most of all, it hurts me to know that it’s the truth, and even she knows it’s true. I try and think back to the day I first met her, and wonder what would’ve happened if I had’ve just introduced myself to her. Like a normal person. But I’m not a normal person. I’m fucking insane.