I continue to tap my pen against the hardwood desk for a good five minutes or so, the prominent smirk on my face not subsiding as I watched the girl in front of me start to completely unravel. This was effecting her way more than I had anticipated and I am loving every single moment of it. I guess it's a little sadistic to enjoy watching someone else in obvious discomfort, but I found a lot of satisfaction out of it.
"Please. Can you /please/ stop tapping your pen." She mentions turning in her seat briefly to look at me, her eyebrows furrowed and her lips curled into an unhappy frown. I shrug my shoulders and continue on, acting as if I didn't even know what I was doing. Another few minutes pass and I could tell she was closing in on her limit, I wonder how much of this almost silent torture she can take?
Unexpectedly, she turns around once again to look at me with a scowl. Wow, if looks could kill I'd be six feet under right now. "Idiot." She mumbles, shaking her head as she turned back around. Is that it? She worked herself up that much to just call me that? How childish, I was expecting at least a bit of a more violating swear word. Nonetheless, I'm not going to let her think that she has gotten the better of me, I guess she is new so she doesn't fully comprehend that giving me any form of insult results in some form of consequence.
"Excuse me?" I speak loudly with a slightly higher pitch. Her body visibly stiffens, the grip on her pencil increased as well as she stared at the wall in front of her. By this point I had turned a few heads.
I take it upon myself to stand up and walk over to her desk, just standing there for a second. "Harry, sit down please.." The professor trailed off, obviously just sick of my shit at this point. I ignore him, looking down into this strange girls eyes as she stared up at mine. I ignore how pretty they are, ripping her notebook from the desk in front of her and holding it up to my face. It didn't have much written in it seeing as she was new, but that didn't stop me from having a little snoop.
"Please stop it.. I'm sorry." She basically whispered up to me, I just laugh. "You will be." I reply with a sly grin. In one swift motion I rip out the first few pages of the book, the sheets of paper glide across the hard floor of the classroom. I continue to rip out most of the pages, destroying the book for further use. I didn't feel guilty, she deserves it.
"Harry.. please leave the room. We will talk about this tomorrow." The professor speaks with a bored tone as he leant his chin over his palm. I have always been the troublemaker in his classes, by this point he's just sick and tired of it.
Her eyes stared down to her desk, I couldn't read them very well. I was expecting anger.. maybe a few hurtful words thrown my way but I received nothing. It confused me so much that she managed to contain herself. It even made me feel a little.. guilty? She didn't show anything but genuine sadness.
"Whatever." I spit over to our professor, walking over to my desk to grab my bag before turning on my heal to leave the room. I give her one last look as I sped through the door, her big brown eyes looked up into mine. She was hard for me to read, I like to know what people think of me but she just seemed so different. It's obvious she isn't fond of me, but I don't sense hate or anger. Just submission.
As soon as the classroom door closed behind me, I stop for a few moments to just process everything. I feel weird. Very weird. There is something about that girl that is messing with my head, the way her eyes looked up to mine. The image of it has imprinted in my mind and I couldn't get rid of that image no matter how hard I tried. I don't even know her name, not that I care anyway. She's nothing but a timid nerd, she doesn't affect my life.
After a deep breath, I head out to the front of the building where the parking lot is noticing Matt and his dealer parked in the corner of the gated area. I make my way towards them, sitting down in the backseat with a huff. "Give it to me." I mumble, referring to the spliff that they were sharing between each other.
Jace chuckles to himself, swivelling in his seat to hand the joint to me. "What's the matter with you Styles? You seem even bitchier than normal." He smirks. I just scoff over to him whilst placing the roach between my lips allowing it to dangle whilst I took several puffs within a few seconds. I just keep quiet, they don't need to know about the stuff that goes on inside my head nor do they deserve to.
After about an hour of hotboxing the car, the bell rings signalling the end of class causing a sea of people to burst from every exit of the building in front of us. As soon as I laid my eyes on her I just couldn't rip them away, she gripped her shoulder bag tightly with her palm as she speed walked towards the cafeteria. She should dress better. I can see the natural curves that she possesses and her clothes just do not do them justice.
Jace notices my slight trance, his eyes following mine until he see's the girl I was staring at. "She's called Hannah." He grins, flicking away our third spliff to the concrete out the window. "She's part of my homeroom, honestly don't get your hopes up her legs are closed tighter than a nuns." He laughed. I don't know why but the thought of him thinking about her in that way made me a little angry, she seemed way too innocent to be in the sights of someone like Jace.
He's cold hearted, no care in the world for anyones feelings other than himself. I'd like to think that I have the same kind of concept, but in strange cases like todays situation it makes me doubt myself a little bit more. "Yeah, I wasn't thinking about it." I lie, my eyes still not leaving her until she disappeared into a crowd of people.
