Orphan

Chapter 3 (continued)

I made my way out of my last class for the day as a pair of arms roughly gripped mine, pulling me to an empty janitor’s closet, pushing me up against the wall as his strong hand framed my jawline, keeping my face in a direct stare. “Leave me alone! What the fuck is wrong with you, you psycho!” I scolded pushing him away as the rest of the boys stood outside the door. “I don’t want you near that Hunter kid,” Harry mumbled through a clenched jaw as I felt my heart jump from my chest, “Excuse me? What does he have to do with you, newsflash you don’t tell me-“

“-I said no! You’re mine, and nothing and no one is going to change that yeah? So you just steer clear of your little friend there or I’ll make fucking sure he doesn’t even make it near you,” I furrowed my eyebrows as the dim lighting framed his face, his eyes darkening as the words spilled from his tongue to his lips. I know I said I wasn’t scared, but this had caught me completely off-guard. It was an unexpected outburst and I didn’t know whether to take him seriously or just shrug him off...”I’ll be by yours in an hour for that task, I hope you’re smart enough to listen.” He muttered dropping his hands from my face as the gang cleared the way from the closet door and they all shuffled off. I took a slightly shaky breath, hesitant to walk out at the thought of them still being there. Alone Harry was quiet, not as easily provoked, but the moment he recollected himself with his group he was this cold blooded warrior of the dark everyone seemed to fear.

I shook my head leaving the room to my bus, accidentally bumping into Hunter on the way out. “Hey speed walker, what’s wrong, miss your pension?” he chuckled as I gave him a small smile. “Yeah, how did you know?” I replied sarcastically as he raised a brow at me. “What is the deal? You look bummed, we still on for later?”
“About that, can we reschedule I have a stupid task to finish but I’ll be free tomorrow?” I asked as he nodded reassuringly, “Course it’s cool, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He concluded as I smiled getting onto my bus as it slowly drove back to my house, I couldn’t shake the feeling they had left me with after they ganged up on me a few minutes ago, it was something I couldn’t explain. I wasn’t scared for myself, but for Hunter… he doesn’t deserve to get hurt because of me.

After 20 minutes of tedious driving I was finally home and went straight up to my room to take a long, much needed bath. This was just going to be a very long day for me, I could feel it in my bones. As I stepped out of the bath I dried myself and got into my pajamas, just as the doorbell went off and I went down only to be face-to-face with Harry who had his backpack lazily draped over his one shoulder as he slouched against the door-frame as if he had been waiting for hours. “Hi… you didn’t bring the rest of them, did you?” I mumbled with clear annoyance in my voice. He shook his head ‘no’ and walked inside, making his way past me putting down his backpack, awaiting my commands as he leant against the kitchen counters.

“We’re not working here we have to go to my room for when my parents get home, I still have to clean up here. You can go upstairs.” I muttered bluntly as he simply gave a slight nod of the head and picked up his bag once again, walking up the stairs to my room. What was up with him.

I sighed following him into the room as he stood with his arms crossed in the middle of it inspecting the walls and pictures. “What’s your deal, where’s the tough, arrogant idiot who sleeps with just about anything with a vagina?” I asked putting a hand to my hip as I studied his tense posture, difficulty to regain his ‘manliness’ was apparent. He shrugged shaking his head slightly, “Can we start this project so I can go home please, your company is tedious and I’d much rather leave before I have to force you to do something better with my time.” He sighed rolling his eyes and that smirk was back, somehow he had just shoved back the Harry who was just in my room and he was back to being a dick.

“Whatever,” I mumbled getting my things and the modelling clay, we had to prepare our own sculpted model of the human digestive system and I was pretty sure it was going to be easy enough. “You know what to do?” I questioned laying down the plastic sheets so we wouldn’t dirty the floor, “Yes, I do sweet cheeks,” he answered sitting across from me as I rolled my eyes getting the clay and started molding it, this was extremely awkward for me, not just because some random guy was in my room but because this guy was part of a gang and is basically trying to force me to be his girlfriend. “This damn stomach keeps falling apart and it’s pissing me off!” he blurted out angrily, causing me to jump slightly… he wasn’t known for his temper tantrums for nothing. I looked up at him through my lashes with furrowed eyebrows, as a chuckle escaped my mouth and he immediately diverted his attention from his work and fixing it on me. “What, what’s so fucking funny?” he asked, obviously unamused by the whole ordeal. “This,” I smiled reaching forward as I tried taking a piece of clay from his hair, which was covering bits of his face by now and he jumped back with narrowed eyes and gritted teeth. “Whoa…easy I was just taking the clay out of your hair, geez…” I said quietly as he calmed and I took it from his hair, “This is what was funny.” I spoke holding it up to his face as he relaxed and his features softened.