After an hour, Harry and I managed to show up to 4th period, which was lunch for the both of us. So as I was walking towards my class to put my books down, I was stopped by Amy. I cringend at the thought of her.
"Can you get the hell out of my way stupid?!" Amy yelled with that stupid high pitched voice that made me want to puke. I dispised her.
"Uh, I'm sorry."
I wanted to say something other than sorry to that bitch.
As she walked away, not forgetting to roll her eyes at me, I saw Harry.. I thought he would at least take up for me after we slept together at least but instead he was just standing there. Am I? Was I honestly really that stupid? How could I pass up the fact that after I shared my most, well my only intimate moment with him, he would just use me for the pure fun of it....
I could already tell we weren't going to get along all that well throughout this 'thing' that we have between us. I'm not sure but we'll see where this thing goes.
"You could've at least stopped her." I wispered to Harry
He started licking his lips and looked down, "Um, yea sorry..."
I rolled my eyes at his reply, "Well maybe next time you could at least take up for me."
I wanted to ask him what exactly we were at this point but I knew he got around, he was a huge player. But then again, I am way to shy to ask. I can feel my emotions in my stomach making me want to puke.
"I guess I'll see you around?" He started before walking away.
"Is that it?"
He turned around giving me a questioned look... "What?"
I grabbed his arm, "I let you, you know and you don't care about it?"
He shruged his shoulders at me and his eyes wondered off, trying to avoid our converstation, which is more of an argument at the most.
"Honestly? Do you even care at all, no don't answer that.. because I know you don't." I made my way down through the hallway at a more fast pace. not bothering to look back at what I thought was an amazing person. But being the idiot I am, I looked back at Harry. He wasn't there.
Hoping to get relived from my stress, I head down to my usual seat at lunch. As I looked outside, Amy of all people was on Harry's lap, making out with him. I tried to bite my lip to hold off the tears that kept flowing hoping he wouldn't see me, but he did. I could hear tables scooting but I could honestly care less. He took what was mine, he took what I couldn't have back... But who cares, not Harry.
As I tried to wipe my tears on my teal sweater, he finally caught up with me.
"Savannah, please let me expla-"
"I don't want you to explain anythign to me, I know what I just saw.... So obviously you don't care that you just took something that was meant for someone who deserved it. Just please don't talk to me or come near me... You're sick Harry. I should've never told Mr. Clinton I would tutor you." As tears streamed down my face, I tried to not scream at the top of my lungs at him because I knew people could hear us. But I couldn't help it.
Later that day, I called my mom to come and pick me up early. When she got me, all I could think about was the things that Harry told me about his grandmother, and how he still talks to her. I didn't want to address it as a lie, but I definitely believed that everything else he told me was. 'How could I be so stupid?' traced through my head about a thousand times. I took a warmer than usual shower to relive the stress, it didn't relieve anything but my pores. It was only 2:00 and I was already dreading tomorrow. I don't think I could see Harry without crying and curling up into a ball.
S: Hey guys! I know this and last chapter isn't that good! I have been reading and gotten totally off track... I am suh sorry. Honestly. But ily.
