Sacrifices ☆H.S☆

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I have never eaten something more tasteless than that food. Not even joshua's chicken soup for my cold.

Still I stood as chill as possible shoving in the damn food trying not to spit in her face. None of us said a word as we ate but Christopher's look on harry had me nervous and stressed. I knew he could sense it on himself as well. And if it bothered me I couldn't imagine how stressed he must feel.

I took a deep breath preparing to take another spoonful of whatever the hell was that. I felt harry's gaze on me and I turned around to see him look at me amused, probably making fun of me in his head.

-"What?"- I whispered to him. He shook his head trying to hide his wide grin but failing anyways. He knew I was suffering, he knew I didn't like it a bit.

I went back to pay attention to my food and took another bit of the salad which was the only thing that tasted decent. Then looked at my other side to michael who picked on his food with any intention of eating it.

-"Eat"- I told him lowly.

-"Ni si me pagaran"- (not even if you pay me)- he said back making me have to hold my laugher for a few seconds.

-"No esta tan mal"- (its not that bad)- I jocked in a whisper.

He just looked at me exasperated and rolled his eyes turning to look in front of him. Apparently someone else was looking at him because I saw him smile awkwardly and then look back to his plate and continue to pick on it.

I turned to look at whoever Michael was looking to, to meet with grace's gaze on me. I guessed she was looking past me because not even when I looked at her she stopped looking at me. I shifted on my seat and adjusted my hair that rested on my shoulder and threw it to my back.

-"Davina right?"-She started. I looked up at her once more nodding and faking a smile. -"Thats a beautiful name"

-"Thank you"- I muttered. Grabbing my fork once again to start with the salad again.

-"How did you guys met??"- She asked quickly, as if she didn't wanted me to divert my attention from her.

-"Work"- I said leaving the fork aside again.

-"Oh... we met at uni"- She commented. Harry by my side cleaned his throat softly seating straight on his chair.

-"Good"- was all I said.

-"But... you know we...?"- She asked mentioning between harry and she. Christopher looked at her for a second but just ignored her and continued to eat in peace.

-"Yes. I know"- I answered.

-"Oh"- She let out, as if not waiting for me to know. -"but you know like the whole story?"- A disgusting smirk started to form on her lips as she adjusted her blond hair. What's with this fucker and the blonds. God!

-"Yes... I. Know"- I made sure to sound as mean as I could. Wasn't giving a fuck by then.

-"Did he told you why we-"

-"couse you wanted to stay with the richest one, how did that work?"-I responded before she could even finish. If she thought that she could get me mad by saying all of that bullshit, she was fucking right. My patience was not in its best so I just came up with the first theory that came to my mind.   

But apparently it was correct because she didn't said a thing. Just deleated her smirk and looked back down to her food. She thought I wouldn't know who she was and my answer surprised her.

I felt harry's hand that came to rest on my thigh squeezing and making me turn to look at him once more. He looked at me tenderly, trying to calm me down, but hiding a smirk that I could see anyways. I took a deep breath taking his hand in mine and squeezing as well.