Danger •h.s au•

The Heart Wants What It Wants

***A Few Months Later***

As I sat there in the warmth and redness of my bed covers, I was writing a song in my journal. I set my pencil down and closed my journal setting it on my nightstand. The words I wrote echoed in my head, "You got me sippin' on something. I can't compare to nothing. I'm all alone, I'm hoping that after this fever I'll survive. I know I'm acting a bit crazy. Strung out, a little bit hazy. Hand over heart I'm praying that I'm gonna make it out alive..." I sighed softly as I cuddled in the covers of my bed. I closed my eyes and began to fall asleep as my words practically sang me to sleep, "The bed's getting cold and you're not here. The future that we hold is so unclear. But I'm not alive until you call and I'll put my odds against it all. Save your advice cause I won't hear. You might be right but I don't care. There's a million reasons why I should give you up... But the heart wants what it w-w-w-w-wants."

The next morning I woke up to the smell of blueberry pancakes, my favorite.. I stretched and before I could get out of bed, the door opened. There I saw him. I sat up and he had a tray full of food with a medium black box and a few red roses, "Happy 18th birthday, baby."

I just smiled, "Awe Jesse you didn't have to," I said to him as he sat the tray in front of me.

He just shook his head, "I wanted to sweetheart," he said softly putting his hand on my rosy cheek.

"What do you want from me? You're never this romantic..."

Jesse bit his lip, "I don't want anything, I just wanted to make you smile."

I sighed nodding, but I knew that that's not what he wanted to do for me or whatever. I just hope that it's a loving thing and not something that's not good to do to a girl like me... or any girl for that matter. I just have a bad feeling about this day... A really bad feeling. Even though it's my eighteenth birthday. Something just doesn't seem right.

After I ate breakfast I started to get ready for school. As I walked into the school that morning there was a young man that I haven't seen before. He had black hair it was a bit long and he had bright forest green eyes. His face looked like a baby face and his smile... Oh his smile was as white as a blank sheet of paper and perfectly straight. He also had a black v-neck t-shirt with a cross necklace, black skinny jeans with holes in his knees, and two rings on his right hand, on his middle and ring finger. On his left hand he has a watch and a cross tattoo. I couldn't stop staring, he was handsome. I think he's the only guy I've seen that can pull that long of hair off.

My friend, Minnie, was ahead of me and she turned back, "Lana you coming?"

I snapped back to reality and turned forward, "Yeah, sorry."

She waited for me as I caught up to her, "That guy is kind of cute," she took a glance at him and I just stayed looking forward. She leaned close to me, "He's staring at you," she said not taking her eyes off of him. I then looked back at him and as she said he was staring right at me. I blushed and looked forward again walking to my first class, "Too bad you have a boyfriend," she mumbled walking in class heading to her seat. I just have this gut feeling that he's nothing but trouble... 

I went to my table full of ingredients we're going to use today to bake something. We have to use the ingredients to make something. It's kind of a difficult challenge. I washed my hands and put my apron on. I put my hair  into a bun and then I looked at the professor. his name was Mr. Hoodwink, "Alright students, we have a new student today. Harold Finch."

"Please call me Harry," the young man from earlier walked in saying.

My eyes just widened and his eyes locked with mine. He smirked a little bit and winked at me. I just looked away from him telling myself I wasn't interested. I got glares from lots of girls and then our professor said he can work with me. I got nervous when he said that. I then watched him as he walked over to me setting his things down. Then he went to wash his hands and get an apron. This class is not going to be as fun as I had hoped...