It's been five days since I've seen Rose. She hasn't come to school or called me. I'm wondering where she is and I'm actually kinda worried about her for once. I tapped my foot and looked at the blackboard where my teacher was writing down a bunch of nonsense. I looked to my right and saw a weird boy everyone called M&M. He was twirling his hair with his pencil, and giggling once in awhile. To my right was a girl hiding her face behind her hair. I never really got a good look at her face or even knew her name but god, she had such beautiful hair. I bet she would look even better if she tied her hair up or didn't cover her face.
"Hey, what's your name?" I asked pulling on a strand of her soft hair. She flinched and turned to face me. I looked into her worried brown eyes, she looked like a pouting doll.
"Harley" she whispered then quickly turned to the front of the class. She was wearing a white sundress with a white cardigan. Simple, yet so beautiful.
"Why do you-"
"Mr. Bieber! Why are you talking to Harley?" This bitch is so close to me knocking her out.
"I was just asking her a question about the lesson" I said running my hand through my hair hoping she would believe me.
"Is that true Harley?" Please go with it, please go with it.
"Yes" she whispers softly. I smirk and look back at the teacher. She scoffed and turned back to the blackboard.
"So your name is Harley?"So her name is Harley? Beautiful name for a beautiful mysterious girl. She ignored me and kept listening to the teacher ramble about something.
"Hey" I whisper tapping her shoulder.She turned her head and glared at me. I smiled back teasingly causing her to scuff and roll her eyes at me. Feisty girl, I thought smirking to myself.
"Hey" I call out again. She ran her fingers through her long hair lightly tugging at the roots trying to ignoring me. She looked so cute.
I tore off a piece of paper from my notebook and wrote down my number quickly and to call me later. I was really hoping she would maybe call me, or at least text me. I crumpled the paper up and toss it onto her desk causing her to jump a little in her seat She looked around and opened up the paper slowly. She looked at me and squinted her eyes crumpling up the paper again and got up and threw it in the trash while still maintaining eye contact with me. I can't believe this girl. The bell rang and Harley packed all her things up as fast as she could and dashed out of the small classroom. I tried catching up to her but the hallways were so packed i lost sight of her.
I wanted to follow her and see where she was going but I couldn't now. I turned around and exited the school and made my way towards my moms beaten up car that I drove to school sometimes. I felt a few raindrops fall onto my face as i tried opening the car and I thanked myself for actually driving to school today cause if I didn't i'd probably be soaked by the rain.
As i was crusing down the road I see a girl running in the rain while covering her head with a backpack and I couldn't help but laugh at how funny she looked. Her white dress stuck to her body as well as her soaked hair. I looked a bit closer and I realized it was Harley. She shouldn't be running in the rain, she'll get sick.
I drove closer to her and rolled down my window. "Harley, do you want a ride?" I yell over the rain trying to grab her attention. She looked at me through her soaked hair and didn't answer she just ran up to my car and waited for me to stop so she could come in. I wasn't worried about the seats getting wet. That was the least of my worries. I turn up the heater and watch her cuddle herself into a ball trying to gain some warmth. I reach over my seat and grab my jacket and without asking her i put it over her shivering body and she flinched.
The last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable or scared.
"Where do you live?" I asked and started my car back up.
"You can just drop me off at the bus stop near parkway avenue, thanks." Her voice was so soft and quiet.
"I asked you where you live not where you wanna be dropped off". It came out more angry then I wanted to sound.
"Ok, 180 watergate drive."
I guess that's where we're going.
