Silent Treatment

Six

   I knew Zayn didn't follow me this time down the halls. He was smart enough not to. I turned the corner as I made my way to Mrs. Taylor's room. I knew she was there, considering she stays there until 4:30 or 5 everyday after school grading papers or tests.

   I opened her slightly cracked door before closing it and pulling a chair right next to her desk. Mrs. Taylor didn't even look up from her work, her blue pen sliding across the paper as she marked wrong answers.

   I waited patiently until she was done and her attention was on me. Boy, did I need her help and avdice with everything in my life right now, school wise.

   "Will you look at this. Somebody is trying to screw me over with my 'Help Louis' plan. And who the hell gives a kid a note. I was almost positive Louis wasn't friends with anyone. We only had each other when we were friends and now someone wants to get in his pants." I groaned as I buried my face in the arms on the edge of her desk.

   She was silent for a minute, so I assume she was reading the note I tossed on her desk. With the crumbling of paper I knew I was right. I waited patiently for her to say something, but she was probably trying to figure out what to say. I mean she does have a degree is Psychology and had worked as a Psychologist for less than ten years before becoming a teacher.

   "Harry Edward! Just because Louis had received a note does not mean somebody wants to get into his pants! This person could have noticed how Louis has been and wanted to try to help him. He could have made a friend in the months you guys have been apart and nobody besides Zayn and I knew of your "Help Louis' plan so nobody could sabatoge it. Unless..." Mrs. Taylor scolded me.

  "I know but I can't help but think that! It makes me feel worse that someone can do this better than I can. You know exactly why I am thinking that. I can't help but think the worst of it." I sighed, feeling my mood sadden.

   "Honey, look, you can't let your feelings control and take over you. When you like someone, you don't try to gain their attention by beating them up." I gasped at her words. I didn't know she knew that I did that.

   "How-what?" I asked, trying to understand how she knew that. There were some things I did try to keep from her mind.

   "You told me to watch over him and I am, but it doesn't help when you keep beating him to a pulp, or until he is black and blue. You are not helping yourself and your plan. You need to take things slow, change things one at a time." Mrs. Taylor spoke, trying to get through to me.

   "I want to keep him to myself! I want to keep him safe an-"