Teenage Dirtbag

Chapter 21

-Hazel-

So far, I've been texting Harry every class period for 5 minutes in the bathroom.

Right now, I have study hall.

My study hall isn't actually a study hall because our teacher lets us listen to music or text people on our phones.

Harry and I kept texting each other back and forth:

WHt r u doing now ~HP

What Does HP stand for? Harry potter? ~HS

Ahah it's my phone signature, stupid. Just like yours says '~Hs.' Mine stands for Hazel Paige. ~HP

Ok. Are ppl being nice to you? ~HS

Idk. It doesn't really matter. ~HP

It matters to me. By the way, I'm taking you on a date tonight, and you are going either way. ~HS

A date? Why? ~HP

Because I want to. ~HS

Okay. I gtg now. ~HP

Bye xx ~HS

I didn't really know how to respond, so I didn't. I put my phone away and took out a book.

- - -

My books were slammed to the ground.

I was left breathless, as If i had the wind knocked out of me.

My skull hurt from the impact, by my brain hurt from his games.

Logan banged me against the locker another time.

"Your little celebrity boyfriend isn't here to save you, honey," He smirked.

"I don't care. If you think I can't handle you, then you're wrong."

His arms cornered me.

There was no way to escape.

Logan pressed me against the wall, leaving little space between us.

"Did Harry buy you that sweatshirt? Just like all the other clothes you wear?" He smirked again, pressing closer to me.

Maybe if I screamed, I could get him away.

"You have 3 seconds to back away from me," I warned.

Logan stood there, and leaned his face right on mine.

His cold lips pressed to mine, and he left them there for more then a few painful seconds.

I finally shoved him away, finding a way to escape this.

"I don't like you. I like Harry. So stop bothering me and move on," I shouted at him.

"And I should care because?.." He sneered.

"Just Leave me alone and stop kissing me."

"You're hot, and I think we belong together. I mean look at me, I'm hot and so are you. You are pretty sexy too," Logan grinned checking me out.

"Ew, just stop. You aren't hot, and stop looking at me."

I thought of what I would have to tell Harry and kicked Logan.

When his arms went down to hold his shin, I made a run for it.

I didn't run back to class.

I ran right out the front door of the building, and kept running the opposite direction.

After a good 10 minutes of running, I got lost.

While wiping the tears in my eyes, I called Harry.

Maybe he wouldn't care, after all we aren't even dating yet..

"Hello?" He answered.

"Harry.. I need you to come and pick me up."

"Hazel? Where are you?"

I looked at the street sign.

"Edmund drive," I sniffled.

"Are you crying?"

"No," I lied sniffling again.

Harry hung up and drove over to me in five minutes.

I was sitting in a park, on the bench.

He quickly got out and sat down by me.

"What happened? Why did you leave school?" Harry asked, obviously concerned.

"I panicked, and made a run for it. It was probably stupid to leave school over that and run, but I needed to get away from him.."

"From who?"

"Logan."

Harry looked at my eyes and back at the ground.

"What did he do?"

"First, he kept banging me into the lockers. Then he put his arms up on both sides of me, and pressed me against the wall. I had no way to escape him and he kissed me for about 4-5 seconds. I got so mad at him that I shoved him away. I told him to stop because I liked someone else. He leaned into me again and I kicked him hard. Then I ran off," I looked down.

"Come on, Lets go," Harry said pulling me off the bench and into his car.

"Where are we going?"

"Home."

I nodded and looked out the window.

After a while, Harry spoke his first response to what had happened.

"Hazel, why were you crying?" He questioned.

"I don't really know. It felt like a moment to cry, so I did."

Harry nodded and we said nothing more.

I ran into Harry's room when we got back, jumping onto his bed.

I picked up his pillow, and held it close.

"You know, I'm better at that then the pillow," Harry told me while laying down on the other side, next to me.

"Well good, because I'm upset."

I laid down with my head in Harry's lap while looking up at him.

"You know, Im really pissed off at that Logan kid. Just because he is a jock, doesn't mean he can kiss whoever he wants. He stole my thunder. I was suppose to take your first kiss from you, not him," He complained.

"Harry, as far as I'm concerned, I haven't had a real first kiss that actually meant something."

"Well, he ruined your birthday."

"Can we go to the mall again?" I asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, I got the keys."

I quickly got up and grabbed another eighty dollars from my song journal. I had over five hundred dollars in there for emergency's only.

Harry gently grabbed my hand and we both walked to car.

Hopefully, this shopping trip would go right.