Ultraviolence

Chapter Eleven

"He's so bad but he does it so well."

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I walked into school early, heading straight for the library, hoping to see Noah. I felt a hand clutch my upper arm and quickly turned to find who it belonged to. The blonde boy from the first day. His eyes had gotten a little bit more blue since I had first seen him, but when I first saw him, I did run as fast as I could to get away from him. He opened his lips to speak as I had realized his bottom lip had a piercing.

"I heard that you've been out and about with Styles." He said.

"Once. That's all, why?" I was pleased with my answer. I didn't know who this boy was or who he hung around with, whether it was Noah or Harry or neither, I had no idea. So I followed through with our plan and played it off as if that one night with Harry was the first and the last.

"Ah, okay. Well, you may not know me, Spencer, but I'm Harry's best friend, Jack. He told me what you two are doing, so you don't have to act around me. I'm here to help you two." Jack said.

"Okay. Well, um I'm going to-" I was interrupted.

"Oh and I'm sorry about what I said the first day you were here. I was at a party the night before and wasn't in the best mental shape, I think you know why, and you really intimidated me. But I apologize."

"It's fine," I said, "I'm going to the library to, hopefully, catch up with Noah. If you see Harry, tell him I'm here."

"Will do." He said, turning around to get to his classes.

Though Jack didn't seem like the kind of person to be friends with Harry, I liked him. I walked through the crowded and cluttered hallway to the library. And there he was, sitting in the back corner, attentively reading a book. But he broke his attention away from the book to look up at me as I was slowly approaching him.

"I haven't seen you in a while." He smirked, gesturing for me to sit at the table across from him. I did.

"I know right, it's been a long day and a half." I said sarcastically.

"Where did you go yesterday, anyway?" He asked. Oh god.

"I left for a dentist appointment." I lied.

"Why didn't you come back?"

"I was tired. School stresses me out." I fake laughed. But I guess it convinced him.

"Oh, okay. Well since I haven't seen you or taken you out yet, how about tomorrow night?" He suggested.

"Yeah. Where to?" I acted excited. Honestly, I didn't really want to go anywhere with Noah. The sight of him made me sick. And the thought of him horrified me to the point of a sleepless night. But I did it for Harry, because he was the only one who really mattered.

"It's a surprise." He grinned.

"Okay..." I fake smiled.

"It's almost 7:50, we should be getting to class." He said, finally breaking the awkward small-talk so we could go our separate ways to class.

"Well," I said, "I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Wear something pretty." He half-shouted as I walked away from the table with as much force as I could to keep myself from running instead of walking. As I walked through the doors of the library, out into the open hall, I noticed the Janitor's Closet door was open, which I had never seen before, as it was usually closed and locked up. Despite my confusion, I walked right past it. Or at least attempted to. I almost screamed as a hand from inside the closet pulled me in with it and shut the door.

"I missed you." Harry said, pinning me against the door by putting his hands parallel to my shoulders.

"I missed you, too. But isn't this room usually locked so these kinds of things don't happen?" I quietly questioned.

Harry reached over to one of the shelves and held up a set of many keys, one which, I assumed, opened this door. He smiled.

"You're insane." I laughed.

"Shhhh!" He whispered. His lips fell on mine in an attempt to keep me quiet. It was a short and simple kiss, but not any less magical than the others. I blushed as he pulled away.

"You'd loose your mind trying to understand mine, babe." He smirked.

"Babe?" I asked, he had never said anything like that before. He laughed at my confusion.

"Does it bother you?"

"I like it." I stated. "We only have a few minutes left and you still have to return those keys."

"Principal Dean has a confrence as soon as first period starts. So I just return the keys when he's not there and be late to English." He said, as if it were obvious. We both jumped at the sound of the bell, which was louder than usual because it was right outside the door.

"I'll see you in a minute, I love you."

"Be careful." I said.

"I got this." He smirked, making me laugh. "Do you want me to go out first? I'll knock if the coast is clear." He offered.

"Okay." I agreed.

He placed a quick kiss on my cheek and slowly opened the door and walked out. A few seconds later, I heard a soft knock on the door, and I walked out, too.

Harry and I walked our separate ways, to the principal's office and English class. I plowed through the sea of people, hoping not to be late.

The teacher began the class and there was still no sign of Harry. A few minutes later, he shyly walked into the room, receiving glares from everyone but me.

"Why are you late?" The teacher asked with a tone that sounded like the Caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland saying, "Who..are..you..?"

"Overslept, sir." Harry said as he took a seat in the desk next to mine. I watched him closely, observing the way he walked and the familiar sound of his voice and the way he tapped his thumb on the desk as the teacher spoke. Though he never made eye contact with me, I thought of his emerald eyes and how they sparkled when his name was said. I thought of his hands and how when we would pass someone, he would grip it tighter, giving me a sense of protection that I could never put to words. He was beautiful, the being that dragged me through the routine everyday. Waking up, coming to school, going home and to sleep, and then waking up the next day and doing it all over again. He was the reason for it all and I know it's dangerous but I'm living for him. And maybe, if I picture his smile when he first woke up the other day, I could get through that date tomorrow night.