Downfall [h.s]

↞ Chapter 18 ↠

Toby had won the game. Not only did he get the two touchdowns he had promised me, but he also got an additional one just for good measure. At least that was what he told me when I raced down to the field to give him a hug after the game was done. He was over the moon, both for his victory and because of our deal: we were about to go out on our first date tonight.

The both of us were excited about it, though he was being intentionally coy about the plans for tonight. While I found his vagueness endearing, I wished he would tell me where we were going. I hated surprises, the not knowing what was coming always caused me such anxiety. I liked schedules and plans or at the very least, not knowing a surprise was coming. But he was too happy about whatever he had planned for me to ruin that.

For the most part, the day was going by pretty well. Not only was Toby being extra sweet to me but I hadn't seen Harry all day. He hadn't even shown up for math class, giving me hope that our session for today was canceled. It would give me extra time to fit some dance practice in before I had to get ready for my date. Our first showcase was coming up before Halloween and I had some ideas I wanted to work on.

But of course that wasn't what happened. I thought I was home free; Harry hadn't shown up at all and even Mr. West had no idea where he was. Though I did give him the benefit of the doubt and waited for him to show up. Mr. West had another intro class to teach so I had to go to the library to hang out until it was time. When it was time to meet him, I walked back to the classroom and was not surprised that it was empty. Sighing, I wondered if I was happy or disappointed that he wasn't there, though I tried not to linger on the thought too much.

Now that my afternoon cleared up, I walked out to my car to head over to the studio for some practice. As I exited the building, the sun warmed my skin followed by a cool breeze coming from the beach a few feet away. It was pretty nice out today, so I took my time strolling across the parking lot as I took in the warmth. If it wasn't for my healing tattoo, I would be tempted to just hang out at the beach. I didn't have a bathing suit or even a towel but I would just sit in the sand, relax, and wonder how the hell I've made it this far in the past couple of months. It was a marvel that I had even made it through the entire day without anything going wrong. I thought the only thing I would have to worry about my last year of high school was senioritis, but so far it's been more dealing with assholes and trying to make it through the day without wanting to rip my hair out.

As I began to make my way to my car, my attention was diverted from my thoughts to the screeching black car that raced in front of me and cut me off. I was only inches away from the car and if whoever had been driving pulled up a little closer they would have run me over. Heart pounding painfully in my ribcage, my hand quickly reached up to my chest and pressed down as if I could calm it with my touch. A second later the window rolled down revealing an asshole on the other side of the tinted glass.

"Harry you asshole, you could have run me over," I screamed, wishing I could reach out to choke him. I wondered what his handsome little face would look like in a lovely shade of blue.