Save Me

Chapter 6

Harry's POV

I really need a new game plan. So far, I've tried showing Ariana the small, simple things in life that are amazing. She doesn't seem to pay much attention to them. I need to show her something bigger.

I'd taken her inside the candy store and offered to get her whatever she wanted but she just said it really wasn't her thing, and she doesn't want to have bad teeth when she dies. Yep, she's still on that, too.

Now, we're in the car and we're back to the normal awkward silence. I glance at her every once in a while but she just stays in the same exact position, staring out the window. This morning, I'd planned on taking her to the candy store and then taking her to the best restaurant I know.

She obviously doesn't appreciate things as much as I do. I appreciate all the small things in life, but she doesn't realize how special they are. So, I need to improvise. I think I'm still taking her to White Chapel, though. It's kind of a long drive.

"So, what were you doing at East Side?" I ask.

"Talking to somebody."

"Oh, who? I don't remember seeing you with anyone..."

"He just left before you came, who he is is not important."

"It's a he? Was it your boyfriend?"

"Gag me, no. It was Brett Morgan."

"Is he a friend, or....?"

"More of an acquaintance. I was in the art club with him in seventh grade, and he's been in love with me ever since then. All because I drew him a picture of a cat, and said it was especially for him. He doesn't leave me alone now."

"So....he's like one of those other guys at school who bother you?"

"No, he's not the touchy-feely kind of guy. He's more clingy, you know?"

"Maybe you should give him a chance then."

"Not happening. He's like, future serial killer creepy. He follows me around and stuff. I don't want to take any chances with him."

"Makes sense." I think back to when I used to have a crush on her. Yep, that was ninth grade. That was only two years ago, but things have completely changed since then. I blush, thinking of the way that I used to look at her. I literally thought that I loved her. I don't remember why, but I did. I think that maybe I just thought she was pretty or something.

I eventually realized that a pretty face couldn't hide an ugly personality forever. From what I'd heard, she wasn't the nicest girl. But honestly, besides the bitchy attitude, she's not all that bad.

After a few more minutes, we get to White Chapel. I park in the parking area they have on the side, since people come here to stand on the bridge and see the view of the lake. We get out and she leans against the car. She makes eye contact with my and I sigh, putting out my hand for her to take it. She hesitates but puts her hand in mine.

I lead her to my spot behind the trees, which are also behind the bridge. It's almost like a cliff, but the height of an Olympic diving board or something. It's a better view of the lake in my opinion.

"How'd you find this place?" she asks, looking at me.

"I came back here while my friends were hanging out on the bridge. I got bored over there. I've just been coming ever since, because it's a good place to just sit and think."

"Beautiful view." She looks away from me to look at the lake. She looks like she's all of a sudden in deep thought. I study her features. She is still beautiful. She looks back at me and I blush, quickly looking away.