The Boy with the Butterfly Tattoo

Chapter Three

Harry

I rubbed at my eyes and sat up in bed. I leaned over to grab my phone. Twelve text messages. Each message from either an ex-girlfriend or one of my mates. I deleted all the text messages from my annoying exes and opened up Zack's message.

dude whats happening 2day

sleeping in I replied.

Zack's response comes in a minute.

dont we have exams??

dont care. ttyl

I shoved my phone under my pillow and shut my tired eyes.

To be honest, I hadn't got much sleep last night. I couldn't stop thinking about that girl, Ana. She seemed so... amazing. And, beautiful. And, interesting.

I shook my head. Why am I acting like this? I never get crazy about girls. Why is Ana making me so crazy.

I really need some more sleep I think as my head hits the pillow.

Ana

I'm so relieved exams are over! I've been stressing over them for the longest. In celebration, the girls and I decided to go to the Pizzeria.

We sat down at the table closest to the counter and waited patiently for our pizza to arrive. As soon as the waiter brought our food, I heard the bell at the door chime. The waiter looked up at the door and smiled.

"Hey, Haz! What can I get you today?" He called.

I looked up to meet the eyes of the boy I had met just yesterday. Harry.

He smiled at me before responding to the waiter.

"Same as yesterday, Geoff." He answered.

Before I could look away, Harry was at our table grinning at me. I couldn't pretend I didn't see his looming shadow on the table. My friends gave me nervous stares.

"Ana, right?" He asked. I nodded.

"It's nice to see you again." He smiled.

I smiled back. I couldn't bring myself to speak to him. I was scared. I was frozen.

It took me a couple of seconds to realize that he was scribbling something on one of our napkins. His number.

He slid the napkin towards me.

"Call me." He winked and walked off.

Jem and Danielle leaned over the table mouthing the words "don't you dare!" I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my Coke.

We finished eating and got up from our table. Harry waved as I walked out and I was forced to do the same.

When I got home I kicked off my pink vans and tossed myself into bed. I was exhausted. And hungry. But dad wasn't home yet, and I don't know how to cook.

My stomach growled and I got out of bed. I walked to the kitchen, yawning, and opened up the refrigerator. I decided to eat a bowl of cereal.

As I sat down at the table my phone vibrated. I looked at the illuminated screen. It was a message from my dad.

I'll be home late today. theres leftover meat loaf in the fridge

Again? This is the third time he's been late this week!

At seven, boredom struck. I watched the clock and mimicked the ticking sounds. Danielle and Jem were busy at softball practice and I had no one to talk to.

Actually, I had one person to talk to...

My small fingers trembled as they transferred the numbers from the crumpled up napkin. 243...921...

I stopped. I couldn't bring myself to do it. Calling him was tempting... but he was bad. I can't hurt myself by talking to him. I can't.

But I want to talk to him. Is it worth chancing a broken heart?

I started typing in the last four digits. My forefinger hovered over the green call symbol. Should I?

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