You & I

Chapter 5

I don't stop running intill I get home. When I unlock the front door I go straight to my room and slam the door behind me.

I lay on my bed and begin to cry softly into my pillow. To think I actually started to develop feelings for him is what makes me mad. It felt like we had some time of connection. Especially how he comforted me the day somebody tried to throw me in the pool.

Vivid images of what happend to her flashes through my mind. It was an accident. I didn't mean for it to happen.

I begin to wipe my tears once I hear a knock on my door.

"Sweety what's wrong? Are you alright?" My mom asks.

"Yea mom I'm fine." I say.

"Are you sure?" She asks.

"Yea I'm ok" I reassure her.

"Ok" She says.

I lay back on my pillow and stare at the ceiling fan intill my eyes grow heavy and I fall asleep.

When I wake up from my nap it's 7:14 pm. I check my phone to see I have 2 missed calls from Anna. I dial her number and she answers on the second ring.

"Hello?" I say.

"Hey. Are you ok?" She asks.

"Yeah I'm fine." I answer.

"You're sure?" She asks.

"Yeah Anna." I sigh.

"I can help you get over it. I mean he's not that special." She says. But he is..

"Yeah." I lie.

"You can find somebody better. What he did was wrong." She says.

"Yup" I say.

"I can even give you a makeover." She laughs.

"No thanks" I laugh. Anna's style is very..unique. I'd rather stick to what I wear. I don't have to change for anybody.

"C'mon just for fun." She says.

"Okay but don't make me look like an idiot." I say.

"Don't worry I won't. I'll be there in a few." She says hanging up the phone.

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When I finally look in mirror when Anna is done I nodd my head in agreement with the outfit.

"Not Bad.." I say while holding on to the leather jacket I have on.

"See... and you thought I would make you look stupid." She says.

"It's not really my style though. The makeup has a very dark tone to it." I say. The outfit is kind of basic though. It's a white shirt with black leather jeans and a black leather jacket with black boots.

"But it's different. It's a good different. Harry obviously moved on so you should also." She says. Ouch. That's kind of harsh.

I don't answer her and continue to look in the mirror. I'll go to school like this just for the heck of it. I don't even care if Harry has moved on or not. It's my turn to move on from whatever we had.

The Next Day~

On my way to school I am extremely nervous. I have no idea why. What if somebody says something out of character? I don't know, but I am really nervous.

When I get in front of the school building, I release my tense muscles and walk with confidence when I see Harry with his little crew. I do that to show him that I don't care if he doesn't. I show him that he can do whatever he wants to me and it won't hurt me.