Someone help me .

chapter 2

chapter 2

//if anyone actually reads this - can you please comment? & I'll actually think about updating for a lot. This is kinda a practice book because I've never written anything before, so yeah//

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The bus screeches to a stop in front of the school. I gather all my things and wait for everyone to get off before I do.

"Hey." I hear someone nearby say in a deep accent.

I ignore it because no one ever talks to me, it's probably just a conversation going on in the seat ahead.

"Hello?" the person says a little louder.

I ignore it again.

A boy plops down in the seat next to me and takes out my earphones.

"I said hey," he says

"Oh." I reply. "Hi."

I'm surprised anyone looking like him is talking to me. He's very attractive. I've never seen him around before so he's probably new.

"I'm Harry." he says, standing up from the seat.

He's eyes are bright green. He has brown, curly hair that falls onto his face.

I stand up as well, "Hi, I'm Cassie."

He smiles and his eyes sparkle and huge dimples form; which causes me to smile back.

"Nice to meet you, Cassie. I'm new here, just moved from England. Would you show me around?"

That's where his accents from I guess.

"um- i don't thi-"

"If you don't want to it's fine I understand." He sighs and starts to walk away.

"Wait! It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I don't know if you'd want to be seen around me." I say and slump back into my seat. Tears form in my eyes once again and I try to blink them away. I don't need him seeing me like this. Gosh, I'm way too emotional. I've always been though.

He sits down next to me again and puts his hand on my thigh, in a comforting way. I shift in my seat uncomfortably at the feeling that buzzes through my entire body from his touch. I think he notices because he removes his hand and softly smiles.

"I don't care what anyone thinks of you or of me. If I want you to show me around, then you will! Fuck what people think."

He smiles but I can't help but notice the glint of anger in his eyes.

The bus driver screams over the microphone, "Get off the bus!"

Harry laughs and takes my books from me to walk inside.

I just met him, but I feel like maybe, just maybe, I'll finally have a friend. I'll finally have someone who doesn't mind to be seen with me. Someone who will stand up for me. Someone, just someone, to be there for me. I can't help but smile at him from the thought of it.

"What?" he asks, looking back at me.

I forgot I was staring, oops.

"Oh, nothing."

"Well-"

I interrupt him, "I'm just really, really, happy that you moved here."

"Me too." he says. His dimples form and his eyes light up. What kind of emotion behind it, I don't know. It interest me though. He interests me. I really would love to know more about him, but I don't know how long this 'friendship' thing will last. He'll most likely end up leaving me because of the harassment he'll receive. He doesn't realize it yet, but he will leave me and I'll be alone yet again. For now, I decide, I'll enjoy it. But I'm not gonna get too close to him, let him in, anything like that. Because the last time I did that, I fell into this deep, dark endless hole that I cannot find the end to. There's no light and no one to grab me out of it. I just keep falling deeper and deeper and I don't know if there's any return. I like to hope there is and finally be happy, but really does life ever end in happiness?

Harry snaps me out of my thoughts and asks, "Hey, are you okay? You been 'out of it' for a few minutes," he laughs quietly.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a headache, sorry," I manage to make up a small lie fast.

"Well, how about you show me around now?" He says, grabbing my wrist and winks.

I laugh and get pulled along by him, showing him around the huge school. Every so often, I catch myself stealing glimpses of him. I stop myself before he could notice though and before I even thought anything of it.

The bell rings to signal first period.

"I'll walk you to your class." I say and smile.

"No it's okay, I'll walk you to yours," he says, winking for the second time. He takes my hand and walks with me. I thought it would be awkward, but it really wasn't. It was actually really nice. We get to my class room as I say thank you and he tells me he'll meet me at my locker after 9th period.

I can't help but think of him through the whole period.

I can't help but feel something.