Something New

Chapter Two

Monday felt like a year to get here but when I awoke that morning I had a new sense of happiness that I had longed for since the start of highschool. Only one thought lingered throughout my head. Harry. His perfect pair of green eyes that lit up when I spoke as if I were his favorite author describing my new series coming out. His body, oh that boys body, the way it looked as if it had been sculpted by the gods themselves. The curls of his hair that loosely hanged from his head and occasionally fall in front of his eyes. Never once had a boy taken over my thoughts. But Harry was there and I found myself dreaming of him during my morning routines. Bathroom, brush your teeth, put on outfit, put on makeup, straighten hair, leave. Overall about 30 minutes. My whole ride to hell, or school whichever term you prefer, I noted Harry's words from Sunday. I just had to look for him. So as I made my way through the dimly lit hallway only being stopped by a few 'friends' on my way to first block. I eyed every student walking through the crowded hallway but Harry was yet to be found. Finally reaching Mr. Hellman's class I gave up in defeat figuring his classes most of been much more advanced than mine and in a different hallway.

"Good morning Lacey" the old man's voice was rough and sounded as if he'd already smoked six packs of cigars.

"Morning" I responded, smiling.

Elders always made me feel happy, even if just for a split second. They had seen the world and all its flaws, yet they were still grateful for everyday they've lived. I secretly wished I was old and hanging on by a thread. There would be no worries, I just happily spend my final days reminiscing on the life I've lived and the memories I've stored.

European History was probably the hardest class I had this trimester, and it being my first class of the day didn't help me much. But I was comfortable with Mr. Hellman and felt I could ask him questions whenever I needed to, which was a lot since my 'friends' that class were especially loud and obnoxious.

The class seemed to drag by every aching minute, the bell rings just when I feel as if I would freak. It was like that every class period. I feel my patience becoming thinner and thinner until I feel like I’m going to slap one of these bitches I call friends in the face, then ding. Just like the microwave the bell rings and everyone shuffles out the classroom. Today had been exceptionally terrible, Sierra had made an extra effort to point out how the girl in the back didn’t smell too great. Which was true but she had her reasons, and it hadn’t bothered me much. Unlike Harry, Sierra knew exactly what to say to make others feel like shit. And never failed to. I don’t understand why they wouldn’t just stand up to here. Easy for me to say, I had full control of these people, these girls followed my every move, against my will.

“Hey Lacey!” great.

“Hey Brent” I said stopping at my locker.

This is what I least look forward to in my school days, the guys that never seemed to not be horny.

“What are you doing this weekend?” Brent leaned against the lockers, his head resting on his hand, he was trying unnaturally hard to flex his bicep.

“Nothing” I already knew the next comment he would make. I should've just lied and said I already had plans.

“Well” closer “wanna come to my house?” his mouth was extremely close to my ear, causing me to nearly push him to the ground but I contained my actions and simply made an excuse as to why I couldn’t do that.

“Actually I have a family thing” I lied.

“Come on babe” ew “You know you want to come over” actually no I didn’t.

It took every ounce in my annoyed being not to shove the prick away from my presence, preferably off the earth if it were possible. But it seemed someone had beat me to it.

“She said she was busy” a familiar voice boomed. Echoing in my head as I registered whom it had belonged to. Harry.

“What makes you think your scrawny ass knows anything about her” Brent turned to Harry who had been placed behind him. “Freak’

His words even stung me. Harry was anything but a freak, or even scrawny. If anyone was a freak it was this perv, who coud never keep his junk in his pants at every party.

“Whatever” Harry didn’t drop his glare from Brent, keeping a frustrated look. “Atleast I know when a girl doesn’t want me around”

Oh. Harry knew what he was doing. While Brent was steaming. I could see his fists clenching and jaw doing the thing that it does when guys get mad. I almost laughed but I was still a bit scared for Harry considering Brent was a big star in football.

“Hi Harry” I said, trying to ease the mood.

Harry smiled to me. Which I returned. While Brent just slammed his hand on the locker before leaving us there, first he had to brush his shoulder against Harry’s rather hard, it was just the right thing to do considering the circumstances.

“Wow, he’s not very nice” Harry said matter of factly.

I laughed, a nice good laugh that made me smile and laugh more and when I was done with my laughing fit, I laughed some more because Harry had actually just done that and Brent had nothing to say, he was speechless which was actually hilarious,

“I don’t have a family thing” I smiled to Harry who giggled at my honesty.

“I didn’t think so”

I laughed again.

“I hate this place” I said as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Lets leave” which was exactly what I neededto hear.

So we did.

Just like that we walked out the doors and to my car and drove to god knows where.

“Question” I spoke feeling the silence of the car suffocating me.

“Sentences, I need sentences Lacey” Harry turned to me smiling, revealing a dimple I’d never noticed.

I laughed. Today Harry had made me laugh more than I had in the past three years. In conclusion Harry had made me happier in one day compared to 1095. Which says a lot considering I’d only laughed three times today, genuinely. The other 1095 days were filled with fake laughter, fake smiles, fake everything basically. But with everything was real and simple with Harry. I didn’t have to force myself to get out some form of laugh when he said a joke, I didn’t even have to force conversation. It was simple. He was simple. Together we were the simplest form of humans interacting.

“May I ask thou a thought I have pondered on” I glanced at him, only to see his eyes crinkle as he laughed.

The most beautiful trait this boy could have was that laugh. It was loud and great. His mouth opened as if he were about to eat the biggest cheeseburger in america. His eyes completely shut. He didn't even hold back. Beautiful, simple, yet great.

“Shoot me” he said after he was done laughing up a storm.

“Where do you want to go?” I went with the second thought stranded in my head, my first was far too complex.

“Don’t be weirded out but there’s this field that I like to lay down on top and just kind of look at the clouds when things get a little tough.”

I liked that idea a lot more than the one I had in mind which was go get milkshakes.

“I go there a lot” Harry continued.

“Things get tough a lot?” I questioned, truly interested.

“You could say that”

And it happened again. I was completely intrigued, wanting to know more about this mystery boy. All his heartaches and heartbreaks. All his flaws and scars. When he felt lonely and when he felt on top of the world. He had me in this sort of hold. Like a fish on a hook while the fisher was quickly reeling him in. Although I really hope this doesn’t end in my death.

“Guide the way.”