See Through The Smoke

Chapter 3

Harry's POV

I walk into school with a little bounce in my step. This is the first time in more than two years that I was actually excited to go to school. I couldn't wait to see Trevor. The fact that he found out my secret and didn't freak out made me want to get to know the boy. It was nice to have someone to sort of share this secret with. I know he said that he didn't want to be involved but that didn't mean I couldn't talk to him about the situation and how I felt about it. I used to try to talk about it with the therapist my parents sent me to but she would just prescribe me a new medication that made me feel sleepy and emotionless every time I did. So I learned my lesson and stopped bringing it up. I knew I couldn't talk about it with my parent's after I tried to show them that Liam, Niall, Zayn, and Louis still lived in the house as ghosts. I was the only one who could see them so they thought I was crazy. My deceased friends have been the only thing keeping me together this whole time and hopefully that was about to change.

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts when I collided with a body. I picked my head up to apologize and that's when I saw the boy who's been the reason for my distraction. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry Trevor. Are you alright?", I question.

"Yeah. I'm fine.", he says," But you shouldn't try and knock over the person who just found out a huge secret about you."

My eyes widen. "Trevor, I didn't mean to do tha-".

"Whoa! Jeez dude! I was just kidding.", he says," You know I wouldn't tell anyone, right?"

"Of course. I actually trust you more than anyone right now.", I sigh.

This time it's his eyes that widen. " I have to go," he says as he rushes off down the hallway.

I stand there and watch him rush down the hallway until he rounds the corner. That was weird. Did I run him off with what I said? I only told him that I trusted him, which was the truth... Whatever. He probably had to get to class early or something. I sigh and start walking to my own first period.

I get there and nod at my teacher while taking a seat. I start taking about my history notebook and pen while the rest of the students slowly start to pile into the room. After  2 minutes the final bell rings and class starts. The teacher starts talking and I drift off into thoughts of Trevor.

~Trevor's POV~

I sat in the back of my Physics class feeling like a Class A Douchebag. I didn't mean to blow Harry off like that after he told me that he trusted me but I freaked out! I promised myself that things would stay the same and I wouldn't talk to him that much until this whole ordeal with the (apparently haunted) house and his "Casper the Friendly Ghost wannabe" besties was solved. But instead of just saying that I was fine when he bumped into me and walking off after saying bye politely, I chose to engage in conversation with him. I couldn't help it though! He looked so worried when he bumped into me and the pout on his face was so adorable... Oh my god. I think that a boy who hangs out with ghosts in his free time is adorable!!! What has my life come to??!! I shake my head in disappointment at myself and zone back into class just in time to my hear my teacher explaining something I don't care about. I sigh and count the hours until lunch where I can take some time to clear my head.

~At Lunch Time~

It turns out that I can't get any time to clear my head because my 3 best friends Angel, Lexie, and Trina are talking my ear off. They're in the middle of discussing how they should all get hair extensions and I couldn't pretend to be interested in this conversation even if you paid me. Deciding that I can't take anymore of this irrelevant conversation, I stand up to go get a juice from the vending machines. Exiting the cafeteria, I ignore the confused voices of my friends that are asking me where I'm going. I walk through the halls until I reach the vending machines and pull out a dollar. I stick it in the slot and choose which juice I want. After the I retrieve the juice and drink some of it, I wonder what I should do for the rest of the lunch period. I consider going back to my friends but I quickly shake my head at the thought. I don't really feel like explaining why I'm in a weird mood and it's not like I could tell them the real reason anyways. I promised Harry I wouldn't tell anyone and I plan to keep that promise. I decide that maybe just walking around by myself for a little while will help clear my head.

I start aimlessly wondering around the halls until I end up out in the quad. There's some lunchtime event going on that I can't bring myself to care about so I don't bother to stop and watch. I walk further towards the end of the school when I spot Harry. He's sitting on some bleachers by himself while reading and eating an apple. I stand still and watch him for a while. He looks so absorbed into his book. I can't help but admire the way his eyebrow scrunches in concentration. Watching him so closely makes me realize that he's not adorable but also kind of handsome. Okay, scratch that. He's seriously  handsome. Like the "I would pay good money to lick your face" kind of handsome. I nearly drool at the way his jawline looks when he eats a piece of his apple in between reading. And oh my god! And the way his pretty pink lips purse when he chews makes me want to be that apple.

I'm too busy trying to write a sonnet about Harry's beautiful chocolate curls to notice that Harry has put his book down and is staring at me with an entertained look on his face. Oh crap. I've been caught! I panic and freeze in my spot. He then waves at me. That's enough to snap me out my shocked state and I run off without returning a hand wave.

I hurry off to my art class and nearly bump into 7 people before I reach the classroom. I swing the door open wide, scurry to my seat, and heavily set down my backpack. My teacher looks at me like I've grown a third head which is understandable because of the scene I've just caused. "You okay, Trevor?", she asks, concerned.

"I'm just fine Ms. Black. Just casually freaking out at the fact that I was willing to be an apple", I reply.

"Oh..... Okay.... Yeah.", she says confusedly and proceeds to start setting paints out for us to use this period. I hear her saying something about how she doesn't get paid enough to deal with crazy teenagers under her breath. I take offense to that because I could be way worse! I could be a loner who talks to ghost so she should be thankful! And how can she judge me when she comes to class everyday looking like she put on her makeup on at night, slept in it, then rolled right out of bed and came to school?!!! And okay, I'm being mean. I guess I'm just in a bad mood from Harry catching me staring at him.

I sigh as the bell rings. I get up to get my art supplies from my shelf so I can start working on our current project. Even with all the materials in front of me, I still can't bring myself to work on the project. I'm too busy thinking about my sudden attraction towards Harry. I mean, I've never paid attention to him before, so why am I watching him like a creepy stalker now? And of course I start having these strange feelings about him when I'm supposed to be avoiding him! I'm so disappointed in myself! I HAD ONE JOB!

I obviously have to work harder at avoiding him. It's for the best. I have a feeling that it's going to be really hard but I have no other choice. If I indulge in conversation with him, then we'll become friends. If we become friends, then he'll want to introduce me to his other friends. His only other friends just happen to be ghosts who live in a house that Harry is sabotaging because my mom is trying to sell it. And Harry's ghost friends seem really nice so I'll probably want to go there more than once. I'll start going over there a lot and then my mom will eventually find out and be even more disappointed in me. I can't have that. My mom's everything to me and I can't lose her trust. I'm already betraying her by not telling her that Harry's the one sabotaging the house that's causing her stress because she can't sell it. So if I'm not going to tell her what Harry's doing, I can at least not socialize with him.

I sit in class mentally going over the plan to not to talk to Harry. I remind myself that it's for my mom and that gives me hope that I can follow through with it. But things are always easier said than done...