Bad Decisions | H.S

Chapter Two.

"Mom" I kept shouting over and over again until she could hear me.

I was in my room desperately trying to find my favorite blazer. He was purple and fitted so perfectly on my body that it felt like home.

My mom entered my room like I was dying and calling for help, I felt a little guilty about that, but it was kind of a life or death situation for me.

"What's happening Olivia? I thought you were being kidnapped or something like that. Don't you ever scare me like that again!" She says panicking.

"Oh, I'm sorry". I had to laugh a little, her reaction was pretty funny. "It's just my purple blazer, I can't find it anywhere".

"You've got to be kidding me" She said with a little smile. "It's in the dryer, let me go get it for you" and she stormed out again.

Second day already. Yesterday I spent all night thinking about the boy with the emerald eyes that intrigued me so much. He was very handsome, that's obvious. But there was something else. You could stare at him all day and you wouldn't get sick of it. He made me really uncomfortable, but yet I still hope to get to see him again today, I don't really know why.

I arrive a bit late for class, which I absolutely hated. I enter the classroom and professor Williams was already looking at me with disappointed look on his face.

"Olivia, nice of you to join us" he said with sarcasm.

"I'm sorry professor Williams, excuse me". I look to my right and there was only one chair available, next to Harry of course. I couldn't be more anxious right now.

I take my sit trying really hard not to look at him, but he's already staring, and not even making an effort to hide it. What's wrong with him?

The teacher gives us a hundred word essay to write until the end of the class about what we expect from this semester. I finish mine pretty quickly and hand it over to professor Williams.

"Thank you Olivia, you can wait outside if you want, there won't be anymore assignments for today".

I nod at him and excuse myself leaving the classroom. I sit outside and wait for my next class to start. After a few minutes, Harry walks out, goes to the patio and lights up a cigarette.

I take all of the courage that I have and start walking towards him.

"H-hey..." I say stuttering and wanting to slap myself in the face for it.

He just looks at me and nods.

"What's the matter with you?" I say with a little bit more conviction.

"Huh?" He looks confused and annoyed by my question.

"Why do you keep staring at me?"

He starts to laugh and now I'm the one starting to get annoyed.

"Because you're interesting, I enjoy looking at interesting people". He says with a tick english accent. I feel confused and a little flattered to be honest.

"Okay..." I respond not knowing what else I should say to him. And he laughs again.

"What's so funny?"

"You. You look like a scared little child" he says laughing again. I go from flattered to annoyed again in less than a minute.

I don't say anything back because I don't think he deserves my attention anymore, so I just start to walk away. He didn't seem to care, he just looked away and continued to smoke his cigarette like nothing happened.

I could still see him from where I was sitting. He was wearing a short sleeved t shirt today, so you could see all the tattoos he had on his arms, the left arm being almost entirely covered in ink. He looked into the distance like he had a thousand different thoughts inside his head, and somehow I wanted to know all of them.

The bell rang, witch meant my next class was about to start and I didn't want to arrive late again, so I ran towards the classroom.