Christy's POV
I finally can walk without my crutch but it still hurts a little. Walking to my locker,I put my history book in and take out the geography. Suddenly I hear someone coughing;I turn around.
It's Mark.
We stare at each other for a while. What does he want? I press my lips,waiting for him to speak.
He sighs. "I'm sorry." I still narrow. "And I have bad news for you.''
My eyes widen. Bad news? What happen to Dad and Mom's business?
"My dad found a company-"
"Oh,that." I smirk. He's playing game;then I'm in.
It's Mark's turn frowning.
"Don't underestimate the Hoovers." I say and leave-well I try to leave more seriously but my fucking leg.
I feel thrilled! Few days ago,my parents told me that they have sort of plans (though I don't know what they really mean and how they work). My parents,both of them,have good hands in business competitions,so I think I should believe they can solve this problem easily. I feel two strong arms wrapping my waist.
"Are you alright? I saw that jerk with you." Harry says. I can feel his hot breath.
"I'm good. He didn't do anything to me." I turn to him,wrapping my arms around his neck.
"What's your next class?" He says on my lips.
"Geography." I whisper. "And you?"
"English." He sighs. "My house after school?"
"Gemma left?" I ask.
"Yeah,she left yesterday." He smiles. "We talked a lot and went to lots of places." I like the way when he talks about his sister.
"That's good." The ring rings,reminding us to go to the class.
"Alright,see you later." I pull him back but he grasps my arm. I glare at him.
"I don't want to leave you." He shows his cheeky smile.
I roll my eyes. "See you later."
"Be careful." He watches me leaving.
*************
I sit at the table,dangling my leg (the one is unbroken of course).
"Ta da!" Harry yells and puts a plate on the table. There are many cookies in it.
"I bet you bought them." I smile,looking up at him.
"Hey!" He puts his hand on his chest,pretending he's hurt. "Okay I did."
I roll my eyes. Taking a bite,I notice Harry looking at me. "What?"
"Nah,nothing. You just let me remind a person." He shakes his head slowly,looking at the table now.
"Oh. I have a public face,I think." I shrug. He doesn't say anything just keeps eating the cookies.
"So,you're interested in fashion design?" I change a topic.
He smiles. "Yeah."
"Like a stylist?" I ask. We never talk about what we like exactly.
"Sort of." He nods and looks at me.
"Stylist Styles." I say. He giggles at my lame joke.
"What about you?" He asks.
"Well,I want to be a DJ." I smile shyly. Harry narrows. "What?" I raise my eyebrows.
