Relentless [h.s]

Chapter Three

"I.. i just thought by the way you.. you looked at me.." i trail off my cheeks turning a bright shade of red.

"Did it ever occur to you that i look at every girl like that?" he suggests leaning towards me so his elbows rest against his knees.

Of course you do.

"I--"

"Dinners ready!" My mother calls before i have the chance to reply and for once i'm happy to hear her voice.

Quickly i rise from the sofa, placing my hands over my burning red cheeks and walk briskly to the kitchen.

I hear Harrys heavy footsteps behind me as i walk around the island and to the table where my mother has set down three place mats.

To my luck Harrys sits directly across from me. But i guess thats better than beside me.

"Harry i hope chickens okay." my mother says as she sets a plate of chicken and vegetables down in front of him.

"Its great, thank you." he nods and smiles.

I slouch back in my chair as my mother sets a plate in front of me and gives me a look to say 'be nice' i glare at her before putting on a big fake smile.

"Well, thank you for joining us harry." She says as she sits down at the head of the table, in between Harry and I.

"Shouldn't we be thanking you for joining us?" i retaliate. If I have to suffer through this dinner so does she.

"Grace this is not a good time to do this." she snaps.

"It's never a good time!" I huff my voice raising a few octaves.

"Enough!" She yells banging the side of her fist against the table making both Harry and I jolt in our seats.

My mothers never actually hit me but i wouldn't put to past her if she did.

"Sorry." she breathes, grabbing at the roots of her hair.

Harry sits there silently looking between my mother and I with wide eyes and raised eye brows.

Meanwhile i just stare at my plate in annoyance.

All is silent for a few minutes after that. The only sound being the clanking of forks and knives against plates.

My mother takes the time to cool down mean while i take the time to think about how much i hate this.

I hate being forced to sit with the mother i despise and the jerk from next door.

"So Harry, how old are you?" my mother says finally breaking the silence and I'm not sure if i'm happy she did or not.

"I'm 18." he says swallowing back a gulp of water.

"Oh, so you must have just graduated like Grace."

"Actually no, i graduated early." he shakes his head.

"You mean you dropped out." I say smugly, deciding to join in the conversation.

"No.. i mean i graduated early." He corrects me, his eyes now looking directly into mine. "I took some courses during the summer and ended up finishing a year early." he says a taunting smirk spread across his face.

"Impressive." my mother nods.

I roll my eyes and slouch back in my chair. If I had to pin point anything on Harry it definitely wouldn't be that he's an over achiever.

"So did you play any sports throughout your three years of high school?" My mom asks wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Actually yeah, i used to play on the football team." he nods.