Smiling in the rain

Chapter 10: Faye

Song list for this chapter:

Happily~ One Direction

One~ Ed Sheeran

If I Can't Be With You~ R5

Risk It All~ The Vamps

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Fayanna Summers

Intellectus

Please report to the front office

after homeroom to

receive the correct uniform in the

correct size.

Intellectus, Delirium, Narcissism, Virtus, Solus. The words echo piercingly through my mind. I did not have to commit each of the words and their definition to memory when I came back to the dorms the night before. The meanings were obvious. Words. Just some meaningless words which will escape from those soft lips of yours. Nigel's words reverberate inside my seemingly uncontrollable thoughts. I bang my head on the table and block my ears, pathetically attempting to cut off the meaningless words. But words have too much meaning. Or is it me that puts too much meaning behind them? Trying to make sense of something that isn't able to be made sense of?

A thump at the back of my chair snaps me from my vicious cycle of thoughts. I whirl around in my seat to find a scowling Harry, his arms crossed across his chest. His veins are on the verge of popping out his neck in pure annoyance. 'If you're going to have a panic attack, would you be considerate of others around you and try to do it in fucking silence?' he growls, just audible enough for my ears only to hear.

Something inside me snaps. A frayed, almost broken string? I'm not quite sure what it is. But, before I can even reconsider, the words tumble from my tongue, 'Well, excuse me for actual caring about something that's worth caring about! You know, Harry, some people actual have feelings! But, I don't suppose you know what they are considering you don't give a shit about anyone else's!' I clamp my hand over my mouth, and realisation hits me. Hard. In less than a fraction of a second, I hear an unnatural booming voice from the front of the classroom. Miss Reinhart seethes through her teeth, 'Miss Summers and Mr Striker! Get out of my classroom! I will speak to you outside!'

I gasp in shock. My jaw clenches and I grit my teeth before glaring at Harry. Never ever have I been sent outside the classroom before. All because of this obnoxious boy. I hear the quiet snickers of the class before I tentatively tuck my chair in, and amble out of the door. I sneak a quick glimpse at Elsa. She dramatically rolls her eyes before returning to simply drawing on the desk. I huff to myself and hear the door slam behind me. I suddenly feel large hands gripping me at my waist and before I know it, I'm over Harry's shoulder.

'Harry! Put me down!' I screech. He laughs and twirls me around to face him.

The simple laugh of his sends electricity shooting up my spine and I can't stop the mischievous smile that creeps to my lips. I hook my legs around his waist as he pins me against the wall. I feel a tingling sensation between my thighs but I manage to gasp, 'Your moods are really temperamental.'

He chuckles before whispering in my ear, 'Only because you drive me crazy.' His hot breath and lips brushing against my ear tickles slightly and I shiver. All the insults I had planned to fire at him one by one have long since faded from my mind and my only thought is this bipolar boy's minty breath against my neck.

Click-clack, click-clack. Miss Reinhart's high heels are my only saviour to break myself away from our embrace and smooth down my dress. I take a hesitant glance at Harry. A blazing fire which had previously ignited the lustrous darkness in his eyes is slowly ebbing away and returning back to its usual angry demeanour.