The Herra Project- Double Cross [H.S AU]

He's Psycopathic

"How did you like your long weekend break?" I asked Nevel while dishing out my breakfast.

"So different, Rio is beautiful. But I heard you and Harry De Villiers got into a fight?" he frowned.

"I don't want to talk about it," I mumbled as Harry and Lucas walked into the hall. I kept my head down and as quickly as I could, piling food onto my tray.

"Would you like some cereal, Sierra?" Grace asked loudly with a bright smile. I shot my head back as Harry glanced over at me, looking somehow darker then yesterday. He narrowed his eyes at me before turning on his heels and following Lucas to the back of the line, a few people from me.

No thanks, Grace," I murmured in despair.

"He's such a douche bag. I wish he would just go back to being what he was," I muttered to Nevel while pouring a glass of orange juice.

"You mean he used to be a nice person?" Nevel scoffed.

"Hard to believe, but yes, a really nice person," I sighed, glancing back at him inconspicuously.

"Very hard to believe seeing as he beat me up the other day," Nevel muttered bitterly.

"What? Why did he do that?" I exclaimed in a whisper.

"'Something about you actually. He slammed me against a wall, healed me and walked away. He also told me not to tell you," he shrugged grabbing a fork.

"Slammed you against a wall?" I repeated with an open mouth.

"He's psychopathic, I'm telling you. I don't know what you saw in him," Nevel grumbled as we sat down at a table.

"He was sweet, charming even. He opened up to me about his traumatic childhood and I gue-"

"There it is, they all have a bad childhood. It's how all the serial killers start," he nodded with a mouthful of corn flakes.

"Or in this case, the new school bad boy."

Harry looked over at us, his earlier smirk at Sandra slowly disappearing. And then I saw it, the cold, empty eyes, once a sparkling green and now dull olive, the way he had an arm around Sandra's waist, the way he dressed, the way he spoke to me, the way Lucas was always with him- Everything added up. He was no longer the Harry I knew. There was none of him left. What's remained is his empty shell, unable to think for himself, another one of society's robots.

"I think he always was, but pretended to be normal to be with you," Nevel shrugged.

"I don't think so. I think something turned him off, changed him into this." I gestured at him now making out with Sandra.

"And you think you can change him back?" he scoffed, also watching the sickening couple.

"No, it's too late. I'm giving up now. It's his life and there's nothing I can do."

"You've stopped caring?" he frowned.

"There's nothing left to care for." I looked away painfully. It was difficult to admit. But spending my life running after Harry would be foolish.

"You've hurt him more then making out with some guy in front of him. Now he has no one, like he deserves," Nevel said, hiding his dark delight.

"Yeah, Lucas and Sandra don't actually care about Harry. And he'll realise it too, when it's too late and I've moved on," I shrugged, finished my bowl of cereal.

"Go girl power," Nevel cheered sarcastically. I laughed and took my bowl through to the kitchen.

"Morning, dad," I smiled as he walked into the kitchen as well.

"Morning, love. How's Harry?" he grinned, putting his plate in the sink.

"You do know we've broken up, right?" I frowned.

"What? But I've been seeing Harry once a week and he never once mentioned it?"

"Something funny's happened to him. He's changed," I shrugged.

"Well that makes sense. I told him what actually happened to his mom." My dad sighed whilst pulling me into his office.

"What happened?" I frowned, falling into his desk chair.

"I don't think he'll want me telling people," he whispered, looking away.

"Dad, if anyone, he'll want me knowing," I lied.

"Okay, well you see, Harry was one of the first to be injected with the gene. We hadn't fully tested it but Mr Jackson insisted it'd be tried. We did so and everything seemed fine. Harry was born and it seemed to have worked well." My dad stopped and sighed deeply.

"What happened?"

"Something went wrong and his mother went crazy, because of the gene. She tried to kill hi-"

"I know about that, dad," I uttered looking thoughtfully at the ground. "He must be heart broken."

I tried not to picture Harry as he was now, but upset and hurt. It seemed even worse to imagine him hurt than cold and cruel.

"He said he didn't blame me, fortunately," my dad added. "But to this day I feel terrible. She killed his father."

"I know about that, too," I muttered as a lump in my chest began to grow. It was my dad's fault Harry's mom went mad, that he had to grow up so young, run away- My dad and Mr Jackson's fault.

"I need to go," I breathed, brushing past him and out the office. I got to the hall with tears dwelling in my eyes. Pushing through the crowd now moving out of the hall, I got to the courtyard and sat on the edge of the fountain, finding myself to numb to reach my dorm.

I shot my head up as a cough sounded in front of me.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I choked, looking into the eyes I had looked into for so long, yet they now felt so different.

"Actually I came over here because Lucas told me to tell you that he feels bad about what he said. And what haven't I told you?" He raised an eyebrow, "I don't think I'm inclined to tell you everything about me anymore."

"Yeah, I can well see that now, thanks," I muttered getting up and wiping my eyes.

"Were you c-" He cleared his throat and glanced away.

"I wish I could tell you that I hate you." I pushed past him. "And Lucas can go suck a porcupine."

"I'll tell him that, thanks," he smiled walking in the opposite direction.

"Harry," I called to him, "You still could have told me about your mom."

With that, I walked off, definitely not wanting to catch his reaction.