Ultraviolence

Chapter Eight

"Clever as the devil, and twice as pretty..."

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I walked hand-in-hand into school with Noah, though it was my usual ritual with Harry. As we climbed up the steps to the main doors, my mind wandered to the thought of Harry. I was still in shock at everything Noah had said. It was just unbelievable. He was so nice and such a gentlemen it was just really hard to believe. But I doubted that Noah would lie to me.

"I'll see you after school." Noah said, breaking me out of my thoughts and breaking the grip between our hands.

"Okay." I said to him. And right then, he took one step closer to me. So close, I could feel him breathing. He leaned down and softly pecked my lips with his own. Tingles ran amuck all throughout my body. Shivers and chills joining in. It's like that moment on Christmas Day when you open that present one present that's left under the tree and it's exactly what you've wished for. But until last night, I didn't realize how badly I wanted that kiss. The magical, enchanting feeling of his lips on mine. Short, but still simple and sweet.

I walked into my first period class. With Noah constantly on my mind, I forgot who sat right next to me in the back of this class, and just about every other class too.. Harry. I sat down keeping my eyes on the floor, trying to avoid that cheeky smile I knew would greet me.

"Spencer." He said, trying to grab my attention. I didn't want to be rude, but I also didn't want to say "hello" and walk straight into his trap all over again.

"Hey." I said, turning to look at him, but avoiding eye contact.

"So..um..I saw you went out with Noah last night." He mentioned. I could hear the hurt in his voice, though I tried not to fall for it.

"Yeah, I did." I said, trying and failing to hid the smile that was beginning to spread across my face.

"How was it?" He asked, curious, I could tell.

"It was great, actually."

"Oh.." Harry sighed, turning back to face the front of the room.

It was that kind of awkward the entire class. I wanted to talk to him but I knew I shouldn't.

As the teacher explained Hamlet, I began to really think about the situation. Noah said that Harry didn't specifically do anything to him. Nothing happened between the two. So why did Harry not trust Noah? What did Noah ever do to Harry? Then I began to think of something my mother told me. "Don't fight the battle until you know both sides of the story," she would always say when situations like this came about. She claims that that is the reason why she is such a successful lawyer. She studies both claims before she accepts the trial. And with that thought fresh in my mind, I decided that I was going to talk to Harry. I was going to face those deep green eyes and that curly hair and I was going to talk to him. No matter what Noah said.

"Harry..." I leaned over and whispered. He broke his eye contact from the teacher and locked his eyes with mine. I really hoped that wasn't going to happen.

He stared at me attentively, waiting for me to say what I needed to say. And just like I predicted, with one look into those deep green eyes, I couldn't do it.

I couldn't just say something like that randomly. Especially not to him.

"Meet me after class, please." I said. He seemed confused, and honestly, I couldn't blame him. One minute I'm running the opposite direction everytime he comes within a mile's range, the next, I'm asking to speak with him privately. But in life, I've learned that love can make you do some really insane things.

"Okay." He whispered and turned back to facing the front of the room, taking notes with his pen.

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