Midnight Doesn't Last Forever

Chapter 8

(Pre warning: There's quite a lot of cussing in this chapter so if you aren't comfortable with reading stuff like that then you probably shouldn't read this chapter....or this story because there's probably going to be cussing in the future and Im not going to put a warning every time sooo ya. Also I'm going to try and make sure this chapter longer than the previous ones..just a little longer though :) .Please enjoy and have a nice day.)

After grabbing my guitar from it's usual spot in the guitar room, I go to sit in my spot at the back of the small theatre. I love this class, it's so open and free you can even go and play out on some of the pic nic tables just outside the 'class room'.

"Hello Shay." Mr. Gotran says.

"Hi." I answer him simply. Even though he's my favorite teacher I'm still shy around him along with everyone else. He walks away and sits at his desk then aknowledges Harry when he walks into the room.  Harry gets his guitar and stops to talk to the teacher before he walks toward me.

Oh no.

Without a word Harry sits next to me and begins to tune his guitar. For some reason I can't stop myself from blurting out, "Why are you sitting here?"

He takes his eyes away from his sleek guitar. "Oh excuse me. I wasn't aware that it was such a damn big deal, I just assumed you would like some company since you're a fucking loner all the time. And I'm a little curious about your little accident in the hallway this morning."

Why would he care if I was lonely, I'm always alone and that's fine with me. "You're just as much of a loner as I am so don't give me that. Further more I don't feel like condoning the information of my 'accident'."

"Further more? What are you fifty? No one says shit like that and you don't have to go all lawyer on me, just say you don't want to tell me, damn."

He keeps cursing and it's making me mad..even though they sound so hot with his accent and deep voice. "I would really appreciate it if you didn't use such profane language when you speak to me. I'm a lady and that's rude." I tried to sound as stern as I could but I don't know if it will make him stop.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck. I'll fucking talk the way I fucking want and you can't fucking tell me otherwise. Fuck." He empasizes every time on the 'f word'.

I know he's just trying to piss me off and even though it's working I'm not going to show it.

"Instead of trying to stop me from using 'profane language," he quotes my words from earlyer," why not just join in. Oh I know, you probably don't know how." he says with a grin.

God that little smirk kills me.

"I know how..it's not that hard, I just don't like to."

He rolls his eyes as if he doesn't believe me, "Mhmm, ya ok." he says before refocusing his attention to his guitar

My anger gets the best of me as I open my mouth to prove my point. "I can fucking cuss if I fucking want to but I usually don't because saying shit like this doesn't make me any fucking cooler."

He surprises me when he doubles over with uncontrolable laughter, his laugh is one of the most contagious things ever. I can't help but find amusment in his amusment of me and I start to laugh with him.

Mr.Gotran comes over to us and points to the door. So as we continue to laugh we grab our things and sit on the outside tables.

"God damn, girl, you got our asses kicked out."

"No I did not, you're the one who was taunting me. I had a point to prove." I tell him still laughing.

The remainder of the period is spent with Harry convincing me to talk like he does more often because the words wouldn't 'sound so stupid' coming from my mouth if I said them more. Or so he says...