Normally when a hot boy stares at me I look away, flustered and hot in the face. Harry on the other hand isn't hot, he is inhumanely beautiful, I couldn't even detect a single flaw reflecting off of him, so being the suddenly bold idiot I am I stared back into his amused, green eyes. Mine were no doubt filled with shock and of course my right-hand companion, fear.
"Wha, uh, Harry what are you doing in my bedroom?" I squeaked out, suprisingly I was able to finish that sentence.
"You might want to put pants on." he smirked, ignoring my question with the roll of his eyes and walked into the small room, closing the door behind him. He plopped onto Ambers bed, a smug grin lifting at the corners of his mouth.
What is that supposed to mean? Is that normally what guys say when a girl is standing there in a room with nothing but panties and a tee shirt covering her body? No of course not, I guess I'm not that nieve to believe anyone would find me the slightest of attractive.
I muttered "Oh right." and hastily slipped on my shorts, not wanting to be so exposed to such a jerk.
"So, um, what are you doing here again?" this time I demanded, impatient and annoyed at him for barging into my bedroom without knocking.
"Well isn't little miss "Social Phobia" a little chatty today?", his thick English accent containing nothing but acid, "Didn't know it could talk."
He's such an asshole, why the hell did I find him attractive?
A sudden urge to slap him overcame me, I fought that urge knowing he was right. This is so not me, he just pushes every feeling of insecurity out of my body, replacing it with an electrical spark.
"Just answer the damn question Harry."
That caught him off guard, his expression changed from entertained to curious. His emerald green eyes flickered an emotion I didn't quite register.
"Well Sidney Wilde if you must know I did not come to your bedroom to admantly be a jerk, I came to see Amber." his voice contained almost little to none of the sacrcasm and toxin it had contained nearly a minute ago.
He remembered my name. Stupid to be caught so hung over that, but lets just say I had walked the same halls, past the same fellow highschool students yet no one even knew I existed until my last day at that hell whole, mumbling if I'd been there this whole time.
"You...remembered my name?" the words tumbled out, unable to stop them from escaping my mouth.
His silent stare bore into me, his expression once again amused.
"Don't flatter yourself, it's written on your duffel bag." his laugh filled my ears again, it no longer held the same effect on me. It only made me flush a bright red.
I hate him. Tears rimmed my eyes and I turned away, not wanting the rude boy to see me cry. Why can I suddenly not control my thoughts, every nerve in my body is on edge, energized by the curly haired boy. This is why I don't communicate with people.
"Okay. Fine. Do whatever you want Harry." my voice shook a little as I sat back down onto my soft comforter, continuing my reading.
I stole a glance at him, he was absent-mindedly playing with the frayed end of Ambers pillow, his face portrayed an expression I couldnt quite decipher. Our eyes met, his softened a little, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. Instantly I broke from his gaze.
Why would he be upset? He's the one who was rude to me. Why do I care? No, I don't care. I don't care for this tattooed boy at all and I swear to it I never will. Shouldn't Amber be here by now?
"What are you reading." he asked, or I guess demanded.
I lifted up The Series of Unfortunate Events, showing him the cover without having to actually make eye contact, or speak to him.
"So many tragedies." he muttered under his breath. I turned my head around as he fell back onto the fluffy pillow, his hands covering his eyes.
"You've read this?" I glanced at him, as I pulled my hair into a high pony.
He didn't uncover his eyes completely, but he ran one hand through his wavy locks, pushing it back onto his forehead. He sighed as if he was already tired by this conversation.
"Yes, the series is complete shit, filled with a bunch of unrealistic crap and repeated cycles of misery." he stated that as if it was an obvious fact, finding me stupid for not already knowing that.
I shot straight up, ready to defend my favorite series of all time. Even if the brawl was against a brooding knight, I would fight for it, till the death.
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