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The simper on Harry's lips in pride is priceless, and I can't help but grin, myself. "We have to go back out the your table anyway, so I'll see you before then" I say.

"Oh, right." His cheeks flush a deep pink colour as he scratches the back of his neck in embarrassment. His virescent eyes lock with mine and I can't help but get lost in his gaze.

"You have beautiful eyes" I blurt. "You're beautiful." He breathes. All sounds seem to drown out into silence as I ogle at the gorgeous boy standing in front of me.

If I were younger, I would have jumped into his arms and kissed him, not caring whether he wanted me to or not, not caring if it made sense, not caring about anything. But this is now, and I'm just the fearful girl who won't do what she wants.

Dirty thoughts rush through my head as his eyes rake over my body. I feel as if his eyes are leaving marks on my skin as he stares at me. We both silently stand in the empty hallway, and I realize he's leaning forward.

What do I do? Is he going to kiss me? Do I want to kiss him yet? What if he tries to go further? What if he's going to rape me? What if he touches me?

I start to panic and I jolt away from him, instantly regretting it. "I'm, uh, I'm sorry, I just- I'll go." I falter. "No, don't apologize, it was my fault, I shouldn't have done anything," He trails off and stares at the ground.

"No! I shouldn't have jumped out of the way, and I thought something was-" I begin apologizing. "You jumped away because of me, it wasn't your fault" We continue apologizing and then I begin laughing.

"Let's just go back out." He suggests, his cheeks pink. We both walk back down the hall and he sits at his table.

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I get home from work and still have some time before I need to pick May up from school. I run down the hall to my bedroom and search through my closet. It's Tuesday, my date with Harry is tomorrow!

I sift through the raggedy clothing, old ripped jeans, too-small t-shirts and torn, stained skirts. I don't have much clothing, but I can't ask my mum for money. I sigh and rub my temples with the heels of my hands, holding my hair with my fingers.

I look up to the dusty top shelf and see my old piggy bank. I grab onto the wall and step on a bucket, I stretch my arm and grab onto the piggy bank. I jump down from the bucket and sit on my bed. I've kept this money secret for-

I hear the door open and keys land on the counter. I furrow my eyebrows together.

"Mum?" I ask, placing the piggy bank on my bed and walking out of my room. I pad down the hall and cautiously look around the corner. My mum sits on the old wooden chair, a glass of water in hand.

"You're home early." I run my fingers through my hair. She turns around, her eyes bloodshot and her face pale. Not like she's been crying, something I've never seen in her before.

"Mum?" I whisper, taking a step backward. Her lips curve up into a smile, showing her browning teeth. She lifts a shaky hand and in her hand is a tiny plastic bag, holding a bit of white powder.

"Want some?"

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So, I know it's only the third chapter, but I like dramatic books, so... anyways, please comment, vote and you know all of that stuff!!! thanks so much for everything!! xx

~Mackenzie

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