As I said, It was strange to have Harry behind me and not being sure if I'd be able to handle that urges of hearing those words comming out of his mouth. I got really nervous but thank God nobody noticed it. Our Language professor, Mr. Weslabeek began to talk about some new stuff we were going to learn this term when suddenly I felt someone had pinched my arm. It was Harry. He gave me a paper written on it "Why didn't you answer my last message? Too busy for friends now? Lol. Now, srly... I have something really important to tell you". My heart skipped a beat. I was confused. About everything. I didn't know what happened to me when I was with him, it's like I became a different person... I was able to be myself and nobody else. But I wasn't sure as to come back to earth and realize all what's going on. Mr. Weslabeek caught me reading the paper and took it off my hands. And that's when my bad marks began to appear.
The whole period was a complete punishment to my emotions. I couldn't handle all of them while my Language professor kept on talking... Of course, I missed the explanations. There was no doubt. My reaction to Harry's words affected me to the limit. Like nothing ever did before.
Break-time finally came. I ran to the toilet as fast as I could. I needed to be away from school air for at least a second. A second for my own. Becca saw me and ran after me. The minute she opened the door and came in, I was washing my face as if I was feeling sick. My best friend could truly tell I was acting like that because of her direct messaged me. Rebbekah handed me a tinny towel she had in her purse so that I wiped my face and talk about it.
I told her every single reaction since then and all the feelings I could with words. She understood perfectly. That's one of the things that made her my best friend, she always had her ears open to hear my problems. She was a good listener.
Becca told me her part of the story. One of the many things she said was that the resent fact had totally tangled her thoughts. She was the one who fell in love with Harry, not me. Her and Hazza has their history, that's why they told everything to each other. Practically, like they were brothers or something... But I'm not bringing that into context. Harry got a little bit worried when I ran out of the class from what she was telling. I felt a bit sorry for him. After all, I haven't even looked at him.
Break-time finished and back to labor. Now we had three periods of Mathematics and afterwards two more of Language. The most boring mornings of them all were Tuesdays'.
The hours had gone by and so did break-time and lunch. I haven't talked to Harry all day. He felt something was going on with me and tried to hold himself back from me for the morning. But he just couldn't wait to come to me at my way home. We lived in the same street. Thank God it was a large one...
-In the middle of the street-
Harry: (speaking loud from the distance) Hey, hey wait for me!
I started walking a bit faster with the expectation of him not getting me. For my luck, he made his way to where I was anyway.
Harry: (breathing loudly) Omg, thank God you are here... We haven't talked all day, are you okay?
Me: (pretending) Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I?
Harry: Because from my point of view, I can see you have sort of avoided me.
Me: ...
Harry: (calming down a bit) Did I say something wrong?
Me: No, you didn't... I'm fine. *fake smile* See?
Harry: Oh please.. You won't fool me on that and you know it.
Me: It's just nothing with you.
Harry: Then, why would you treat me like that today?
Me: Becau-
My phone miraculously interrupted me. I took it out of my front pocket and read Becca's number.
Me: Oh, it's Becca.. I'd better answer.
For the time I had finished talking with Rebbekah, Harry had entered his house and I was near mine. I felt so released... I couldn't explain. That moment of tension would never be repeated. I would find a way of hiding it all from Harry in some way. It'd be nearly impossible but I had to. I couldn't let him know I read that love confession, not today. Not in a while if possible. Things needed to be clear for me first. My feelings needed to aswell. Maybe the best way of Harry not finding the truth was getting me off of his conversations and everything. I know It'll be hard but It'd be for the best of both. I had to at least try...
