Reticent (h.s fanfic, punk Harry)

Chapter 18

Hello beautiful readers!!! Sorry it's been sooo long. I've just been so busy :)

The sun was set low in the morning, merely peeking over a few angry looking clouds, almost scared to face the world. I turned away from it's nervous glare and faced my wall decorated in small star patterns Connie and I had decorated eons ago, and that I'd been too lazy to scrape it off. She had decorated the big dipper and I had done the small one. John had stepped in that day and chuckled at our premature hobby, then he'd gone on about how the constellations come to be, he had told us about Orion's belt, Ursa Major. He'd even gone on to help us with a few. I liked it though, it reflected me, my emotions from that day. I was young, impressionable to everything around me, and it seemed John was my anchor, holding me at the point of reality-everything was fine.

I woke up with heavy eye lids and finally decided to face the day. I'd picked my clothes the night before, so for my morning routine I decided to settle for a little makeup and perhaps a small breakfast, depending on how my stomach felt. I'd realized I wasn't a breakfast person, my stomach was asleep until the late afternoon, and until then I would have to force feed myself to impress John.

The breakfast table waited for me downstairs holding pancakes and bacon. Darcy sat by the window, toast in one hand and her cellphone on the other. It was hard to picture her without that damn cell phone. She took a bite of her toast then set it down for a few seconds before picking it up again, then she repeated the process.

"Hey, Phee." John smiled my way, an apron sash hanging on his back while he flipped a few pancakes. "How did you sleep?"

Mum looked up, her makeup seemed slim, but with the amount of concealer was ridiculous. I think she was a little self-conscious about her pale skin and did anything she could to hide it. She smiled then looked back at her phone. Her and I barely spoke now. She always pushed me to fix myself, and i suppose I'd been lacking an ear for her so she stopped.

John sat and I took the seat between him and Mom. Mom sipped orange juice and took another bite. Sometimes I wondered what she thought about, certainly it couldn't just be work-she was such an intelligent woman-she couldn't possibly only be thinking about work and her body.

John spoke though-he was a book with lips. He seemed to be talking to both of us, but like mother like daughter- we were too engrossed on how our day was planned.

The school felt different. I didn't have George beside me. It's only been a few days since we broke up, and that feeling should subside- it should be gone with the wind. He had his own theme now, it seemed he had found someone else; a blonde girl with gorgeous red lips perfect for her pale face. She was nice- and I despised that. I wanted her to hate me so I could hate her-but she didn't see it that way, and even went on to ask me to be her partner for English class. I was lucky Gloria walked in and asked to be her partner. I was partner less, and that was fine- I'd rather do the project my own way than have someone steal it later.

I met Connie by her locker and leant by the locker beside hers while I waited. She yawned and cursed the way the system worked. "I just think it's better to start it in noon. My brain is still asleep."

We walked to mine next- a silly routine we had found that made our day pass by faster. "Well, our brains are actually always awake."

She gave a humph. "Please, Ophelia," she groaned. "We don't have to go into the science of how it all works."

I didn't mean to sound too prissy about it-it just seemed to bubble out of my lips. "Sorry."

We walked towards the gym, where a vending machine stood beside the outside doors, and a large line stood in front of it. We walked to the back of the line. Connie started to play with the change in her hand and started to complain about the line up. "Where's Liam?" She finally questioned when we came to the front of the line. She put the coins into the slot and pressed for the chewy bar.