That Co-Worker [Harry Styles]

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Eight

* H a r r y *

         Got my black V-Neck, revealing my two bird tattoos, jumped to slip up my black skinnies then swayed up back and forth when I buttoned my jeans. Got my red plaid shirt on then my black long coat, the same one I let her wear when she stain herself from the back.

      A little laugh decided to slip when I slid my iPhone inside my pocket of my coat.

"You're going?" My mother pouts.

"I need a proper education right?" I smile and grab a banana from the counter. "See you later mum." Then gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and head out.

       The snow was piling day after day when I stepped outside, but it made my lips curve into a delighted smile. It made memories of the past banish out of my head involving to do with Jason.

       The numerous amount of girls who threw themselves at me. The numerous of girls who kissed me without notice. Girls who seduced me with their eyes, roaming their little hands around my body down to my sensitive spots.

      I shook my thoughts then took a moment and looked at Darcy's home.

       As I drove down the streets of Illinois to The University of Chicago, I saw that one school I use to go to, Whitney M. Young Magnet High School. It was some memories. Such as, kissing the most popular girl at the back of the school, oral fun in the janitors closet, and have female teachers favor me because of my flirting actions. Since they were older, I spoke to them. Everything changed when I met, Melanie. Jason, that fucking prick, has always been fucking horrible. Though his mind is very intelligent in the hands of big wealth. He needs no job, he just wants, her.

       By even thinking about it makes the nuckles of my hand grip the wheel. It's always the innocent he searches for.

      Angrily, walking towards my English class, my hand pulls the door open to see that I am only thirty minutes late. My professor looks at me as he lectures then took my seat in the first desk in the corner where a girl always fixes her make-up and hair behind me, but ignore her when she wants to speak to me.

"Someone is late." She whispered. I hid my ear against my shoulder when she whispered.

"Did you forget about your assignment? It's due on December 9." He recalls, looking at my direction.

      I took my pencil and bit the length from the middle then slide on my the back chair while crossing my arms. I gave him a simple nod as my request and he rolled his eyes.

"Tell me again how you got into a four-year university?" He growls. "You don't speak, and if you don't speak at the high school you're assigned to got to, you will fail English, and if you fail English you won't graduate."

      He smiles with delight then crosses his arms. My posture switches to a professional upright position, taking the pencil right out with a big smile for no one to see only the people in front.

       I shook my head in disapproval and slump on my chair again. My professor looked like he wanted to say much more but, let it go by giving a smile to the entire class.

"In your project, I want you to record the class while you speak to the high school students." My face curved into a smile. "And present it to the class." To show him I am not afraid, I give him a thumbs up and look down at my desk.

I really do not want to reveal my voice.

      My next class was my career. Same career Darcy is destined to do, which startled me when she sang so beautiful. Funny that happen because we are actually going to sing The First Nowell in the winter festival. There she will be, surprise will shock her stupendously as she sees me sing for the lower choirs in any high school around the Chicago area.