Bad Blood (h.s.)

Part Two

 

Part Two



"Sweetheart, I need you to be careful," Ruth spoke silently as she paid the last customer of the day.

"He hasn't told me when he's taking me out yet, but I am nervous. He is practically forcing me to go on this date with him."

She sighs and nods, grabbing hold of one of my hands in a firm grip.

"I had him in my counseling center Beth. He is very troubled and literally scared, but he hides it. He hides everything and tries to not even show anything. The fact that he is even asking you out is a step in the right direction. Just give him a chance."

I nod and hug her, letting her warm arms embrace me in a reassuring hug. "Thank you so much."

"Why don't you take the rest of the day off?"

"Are you sure?" She smiles and nods, letting go of me.

"You need to rest. I'm sure he's going to be a handful."

I thank her once again before heading out back and grabbing my bag while placing the apron on the hook. I leave and make my way back home, where I see the same boy who was beat up by Harry yesterday night.

I quickly turn on my feet and walk back to town, deciding it is best not to pursue that situation. I walk into the nearest Starbucks and sit down, pulling out my copy of Pride and Prejudice. My thoughts completely escape from the world and I barely even register when someone taps my shoulder. I look up and see Harry, a smile on his face and his fingers pulling down at the book.

"Why aren't you working?"

Because of you, my subconscious tells me. I force myself to sit up and see he has already taken a seat in front of me. I look at him and he smirks, obviously knowing the nervous feeling he has caused me to have when I'm around him. Just give him a chance, I hear Ruth's voice play in my ears.

"I-I was let out early and I didn't want to go home."

He frowns and moves closer, sliding his body over the table to talk more privately.

"Why?" his tone concerned and eyes searching my face.

I shake my head and tell him not to worry, feeling he shouldn't be in my business. He moves his hands across the table, wrapping the expanse of his hands around my wrists, making me feel a slight comfort in the gesture given upon his hands.

"You are going to tell me now," his words taking a certain anger to them. I feel his hands move to mine, grabbing them tightly, making my heart flutter at the small touch.

"Him. The guy you were beating up last night. H-He was at my door."

His eyebrows move together as he frowns and he takes a deep breath. "Give me your phone."

I stare at him, unsure if I should. I barely know him and he wants my phone number. Why is he pursuing me so much? I am so boring, simple, and he's... beautiful. Absolutely charming but I can tell he's dangerous.

"Give me your phone now," he says, aggravation appearing on his features. Out of pure nerves, I reach into my bag and pull out my phone, handing it to him. He grips the metal in one of his hands, while the other stays around my hand, tightly holding my small fingers. My stomach turns as he concentrates on the screen, texting himself my number. After the designated ring of his own phone is when my phone is returned to my free hand.

"Are you sure it was the same guy?" he asks, eyes boring into mine in utter assurance. I have never seen any eyes of another so beautiful before; the orbs glowing at each word spoken to me. He is captivating.