Reticent (h.s fanfic, punk Harry)

Chapter 17

Hey all. How are you guys?

Anyways I had a sleepover last night and lol we decided to use my small twin bed and ended breaking the bed veil.

Anyways this chapter is dedicated to htenia hope you enjoy this. :))

A dull white noise filled my ears as he asked George and his partner to get up. It was presenting time, and it was time for me to show my work-MY work. I'd spent all my time working for this, I'd spent nights sipping on stale coffee and wondering how to make the project more graspable to others in the class. My brain would be fried by some nights from thinking too much, and now- now it was time to show it off. This was my favorite part of presenting, I got to show off everything I had done. I took a deep breath and rose to my feet. I wasn't going to be a child about this. I wouldn't act like a prissy brat from our breakup and pretend I didn't have a partner. I was going to be an adult about this. That's what I liked about George and I, I knew even back then when we were dating, when we fought, we'd talk it out with mature minds.

I was almost to my feet when George walked to the front and handed the teacher the memory chip I had lent him right before school-promising him that it had everything that would get us the best mark. Even before class we spoke about the attitude we would have towards each other, we would not be like those couples that didn't speak another word to one another after the nasty break up. Our breakup wasn't nasty, it was a point in our relationship where we both thought it was best-that something was clearly holding us back.

I put my books at the corner of my desk to make sure it was neat while I presented with George.

"Alright, your partner?" The teacher called while he looked over at his computer.

I cleared my throat but George cut me to it. I was fine with him introducing me instead. "Oh, I don't have a partner. I decided to do it alone." He spoke with a smile.

"What?" Connie hissed from beside me.

"What?" I spoke myself.

"I don't work well with others, it seems." George looked at the smart board beside him. "I'm ready to present.

Something inside me was yelling at me to stand up and tell the whole class that George was a fraud. But I couldn't say anything. Why couldn't I speak? I sank back into my warm seat and watched him start to present my work-the work that I spent so much time on. This was my project! This was my work, and that mark would be my hard earned mark. George had said he was fine with the way things were over. He said there was nothing that would stand between friendship now. We were supposed to be friends! we were supposed to put the breakup behind us.

This wasn't putting our breakup past us, this was stabbing me in the back! What the hell was he thinking?

My envy and anger, I suppose took over and I grabbed my pencil; intent on throwing it at him, but I calmed myself-it was fine-really, I had to be the bigger person in this, clearly someone did. I could simply talk to the teacher after class; he would believe me. I was in this class longer, I knew more about all the philosophers than the boy who stood in front of the class laughing at a stupid joke that I had made up. My heart seemed to sizzle like coal in fire. I waited until he was finished.

He took the memory chip back and came to take his seat behind me.

He looked too cocky, he seemed to happy. I was burning inside. That wasn't nice. "George, what the heck, that was my work!" I hissed at him, turning my body to look at him clearly.

He raised a brow and shrugged. "You gave it to me this morning, I thought you wanted me to do the whole thing."

"No, that was my work, you are stealing my work! You're no better than Watson and Crick."