Boarding School Love.

10

"That fucking pig." Sadie hissed. I looked down at my food and shrugged.

"I'm getting even." I simply said. "I'm thinking a soccer player. They are really fit and cute. Heard their really romantic to." I stood up and started walking to the soccer players table. I pulled out my phone and texted my brother real quick. My eyes widened when food was spilt all down the front of me.

"Oh shit ! I'm so sorry ! I didn't see you there !" The really attractive guy said. I smiled and waved my hand.

"It's completely fine, if you take me out sometime." I winked. His face flushed.

"Yeah." He said confident. "I'm Cutter."

"Jenny." I smile shaking his hand. I grab a pen out of my bag and make him extend his arm. I write down my number then winked at him. His face flushed again. I walked away and back to my table.

"Harry is pissed." Louis chuckled. I looked in the direction of Harry and smirked. He was beyond pissed. He deserves it. I turn my attention to my ringing phone.

"Hello ?" I say answering to a unfamiliar number.

"Are you free tonight ?" Cutter's voice ran through the phone. I turned to face him. He was smiling a huge smile. I nodded. "I'll pick you up at 6." I hung up and he retreated back to his table.

"Your not actually going out with that guy. Right ?" Harry asked from behind. I stayed silent. "Please don't."

"Why not ?" I snapped. Everyone at the table stayed quiet. He stayed silent. "That's what I thought Harry. You just fucked some blonde. I will do what I want."

"I love you." He said in a whisper. I scoffed and stood up.

"Don't use that as a fucking excuse. Don't throw those words around either." I hiss walking towards the door.

"I FUCKING LOVE YOU JENNIFER MARIE CAVEN !" He shouted when I placed my hand on the door. The room grew quiet. "I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ! I LOVE THAT FRUSTRATED NOISE YOU MAKE WHEN YOUR HAIR DOESN'T STAY IN PLACE ! I LOVE WHEN YOU THREATEN ME BECAUSE I TICKLE YOU ! I FUCKING LOVE YOU !" I was silent. He approached me and I stayed in the place I was. He took my arms and turned me to face him. I was in no mood to deal with him. "Tell me you don't love me. Say 'Harry I don't love you.' Then I'll leave you alone. You won't ever have to deal with me."

Do I love Harry ? What is love ? I've never felt love for someone who wasn't family. Then again, I know I don't just like Harry. I mean I cried over him. There has to be something more there. "Harry." I breathed out. I watch his face fall. "I-I can't do this." With that I escaped the building. Tears fell down my cheeks as I ran to my dorm. When I got there, I pulled on a black sports bra, spandex shorts, socks, and sneakers. I tied my hair into a ponytail. I scribbled a quick note, explaining my whereabouts.

The track was empty. Thank god. I didn't want to deal with people right now. Especially after Harry spilled his heart out to me and I just left him hanging. In my defense, he told me he loved me in the worst situation there was. Especially after he just fucked a blonde. I can't believe him. I also think he doesn't know what love is. He can't love me. He just can't. Love doesn't come for me. Love isn't for us. We fight to much. We constantly challenge one another. We messed with each others feelings. He doesn't love me and I don't love him.

Right ? I mean sure, I can picture us together. We would be insanely cute together. But cuteness of a couple isn't everything. It's how we act around each other. The first time I saw him, I got lost in his amazing green eyes. I was a pawn in his game. All he wanted to do was get me in bed. I'm pretty sure that date scheme was part of his game to. I knew I liked Harry, but refused to believe it. You would to if you knew what type of person he was. We constantly got under each others skin, and made the other jealous. That's not what people do when they love the other person.

I was to wrapped up in my thoughts, to notice my shoe was untied. I tripped on my lace and tumbled to the ground. A pain shot through my ankle and I looked down. My mouth dropped as tears fell my eyes. My ankle was the wrong fucking way. I could practically see the bone. It really fucking hurt and I knew there was no way, I would be able to get up. "Holy fuck." I cried. The pain was unbearable. I pulled my phone from my sports bra and dialed Liam's number. Voicemail. I tried everyone else and got no luck. I went to my last resort. Harry.

"Hello ?" He answered. He sounded like he was crying. His voice was hoarse.

"Harry." I cried. "I'm on the track and I broke my fucking ankle. It really hurts." I heard shuffling on the other end and a door slam.

"On my way baby. Don't run away." He told me. "Oh wait."

"Idiot." I mumble. I hang up and wipe my eyes. A curly haired boy runs down the path to the track. As soon as he sees me, he picks up the pace. His eyes widen at my ankle, and I swear, I thought he was going to pass out. "Harry. It fucking hurts. I need to be taken to the fucking nurse. So stop fucking staring and fucking do something." I hiss.

"I'm sorry." He said before lifting me up. I buried my face in Harry's shoulder. "You'll be okay baby." I bit his shoulder and he mumbled something about that hurting. I ignored him and held onto him tightly. "We're almost there." He opened the door to the nurses building and put me in a wheelchair.

"I broke my fucking ankle !" I screamed at the nurses. "Fucking do something !" They looked at me wide eyed before rolling me behind some curtains.

Harry's POV

They made me sit in the waiting room. Jenny was quite pissed off. Fear flashed in the nurses eyes as Jenny snapped at them. "Fucking hell ! That fucking hurts !" Jenny shrieked. I wish I could take the pain away for her.

"I'm sorry !" The nurse said. "We have to line the bone up correctly !" I shook my head waiting for Jenny's smart comment.

"I'm sure there was other ways to fucking do it ! Why don't they hire real doctors instead of cereal box nurses ?!" Jenny hissed. "God dammit ! You did that on purpose ! Put the fucking cast on before I rip your eyes out !" The nurse hurried to the backroom with teary eyes.

"Ma'am." A male nurse says. The curtain is pulled open slightly so I can see Jenny's face. She looks like she is ready to crack open a skull and boil their insides. "We need to you to calm down." Something flashed in Jenny's eyes. She clenched her jaw and shot daggers at the nurse. I sure if she could walk she would attack him.

"Put the cast on now." Jenny demanded in a low voice. The nurse starts to wrap her leg. When she was finished, Jenny yelled some things that I don't even want to repeat. She got crutches and was brought back out front. A nurse accompanied her.

"She sprained her ankle. She needs to keep it wrapped up for about a week." The nurse tells me. I nod and Jenny grumbles. "Good luck." The nurse went back to the other nurses and Jenny glared at the ground.

"Let's get you home." I sigh picking her up. I throw her over one of my shoulders and grab her crutches in the other. She doesn't protest. Knowing she doesn't want to walk with those things.