Twinning

Chapter 12

I step out of my car and walk into the school alone. Alyssa walks down the hallway and stops to talk to me. I reluctantly stop and turn to her,

"Where's Harry?" She smirks. I immediately roll my eyes,

"I don't know. Why?" She shrugs and smugly sizes me up.

"You were out pretty late with him last night." I raise an eyebrow and bite my cheek to hold in my emotion,

"And how do you know this?" She laughs,

"Marcel told me. Duh." This takes me by surprise and I run my fingers through my hair,

"And when did he tell you this?"

"Oh he drove me to school this morning!" She smiles wide and I feel the hatred boiling up inside of me. I know she's just trying to make me mad, and it's working.

"Oh did he?" I ask through clenched teeth. Marcel is alway telling me how much he hates her so why did he drive her to school?

"Yeah. I just called and asked him. He was really happy to give me a ride, he's so sweet..." She smirks again. She knows how much this is pissing me off. She knows just how far to push me.

"That's... Great..." I see Harry walking up behind Alyssa and he stares straight at me. I'm hoping he'll save me, he knows how horrible she is to me. There's sadness in his eyes but he smiles at me,

"Hey, Jen." Harry walks up and immediately pulls me in for a hug. I smile, burying my face in his chest before he pulls away. His smell is comforting. The mix of laundry detergent and his cologne together just makes me feel safe. Harry then turns to Alyssa and she immediately hugs him, her arms creep around his neck, forcing his hands to her waist. It's a long hug and I just stand there, awkwardly. Harry begins pulling away and she runs her hands to his chest.

"How are you, Harry?" She adds a soft giggle to the end of her sentence and Harry smiles politely,

"I'm great. And you?" She nods,

"Pretty good." She then eyes me and stares back up at Harry,

"Well I guess I should be going," she gives Harry a kiss on the cheek, "I'll see ya around." She smiles and then walks away, flicking her hair basically in my face. Harry shakes his head as she walks away and a soft laugh escapes his lips.

"You really do hate her, don't you?" I laugh,

"She hates me." It's true though. She'll do anything to make me mad.

"We've had this conversation before, Jen. She's really not that bad,"

"Yeah, and Marcel drove her to school today." He raises his eyebrows,

"Oh that's why he left so early." I scoff and lean up against the wall.

"Has Marcel been talking to her more?" He shrugs,

"Why would you care, anyway?" I take a deep breath.

"Eh, I don't know." There's still awkwardness between Harry and I. Whatever friendship we had is now buried under the constant tension because now I know that he loves me. And he knows that I don't love him back. Usually in moments like these, he'd crack a joke or something, but the sad part is, he doesn't. He just lets the silence linger on. I feel something else, staring into his eyes. No words are spoken for the next minute or two but I don't drop his gaze. I feel my heart beating faster. Why do I feel like this? I finally break our stare and look down at our shoes,

"Is there ever a day you don't wear those shoes?" I laugh and he looks down as well,

"It's my signature. How else would people tell Marcel and I apart?" He smiles up at me again and my heart begins beating faster and faster, my stomach flops as I stare into his eyes. Harry positions himself right in front of me and I stand up, so I'm not leaning up against the wall anymore.