Wherever You Are

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I don't know how I can say this, but I'm glad I am back to school. I missed these locker sounds, the people talking, bubble gums popping, everyone with their books in the hands, I missed this school aisle concept. I miss walking without crutch, too.  This shit gives me hand calluses and the worst is that I only can use one, the left one, because of my right broke wrist, what gives me even more calluses in my left hand! I'm done with this!

— Bella, I have to go to the library before the class, can you look after yourself.

— Of course, Liam. Go. Thank you.

Seven or eight steps later my books fall over the floor what draws even more attention to me. And I don't like that, I've never did.

— Bella? Are you ok? I'll help you.

Francy gets close to me, catching my books from the floor. I look to her perplexed not expecting this.

— How are you? I mean I know you're not good, but how are you? Like do you still feel pain? Or do you... forget it, of course it hurts. Forget my questions. I'm just nervous to talk to you. I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have stopped talk to you just because our parents didn't want us to, I'm a fool, I'm sorry. — she moves forward to hug me.

— Don't mind! I understand you, no one can stand those bullshits my mom often says. But you're right, you're quite dumb.

— Hey! Stop it.

I missed her and our laughs.

— Thanks — I pick up books from her hands. — Friends?

— Always.

— Almost always. — I remind her.

— You are right! Do you need help to get to your class?

— No, thank you. The head trauma wasn't that big that make me forget where the classrooms are.

— How funny you are. Ah-ah-ah.

— How sarcastic you are. Ah-ah-ah.

— I say the same. — she laughs.

— Go to class.

— That's what I was going to do.

— Bye then. — I start walking to the classroom.

— Bye, you lame. — I hear her say behind me.

— Hey!

When I enter the classroom, just five people are already there, one of them, Harry. Everyone comes asking me the questions I'm sick to answer, except Harry. He doesn't even looks at me, seeming too occupied in some shit he's drawing.

When the rest of the students get in the classroom, Mrs. Stein starts the class.

[...]

I'm fucking annoyed! I can't take my appointments! How am I going to study to the exam? Shit! I can't lose all this classes.When my wrist recovers it will be too late. Well, I'll have to work my memory out. And pay attention! Even more than what I usually pay. If Harry stoped invading my thoughts it would be easier. If I only get to know what the hell he is drawing in that notebook. Why is he so concentrated?

[...]

-TRIIIIIIM-

I haven't realized yet that the people getting out the classroom are faster than the ring bell. Maybe because I used to be one of them, when I didn't have my broke leg stuck to me.

I'm so glad that in high school we just have classes in the morning. As I got up from the chair I remember that I have to meet Jing.

Before I can pass the door, someone touches my shoulder. I turn around and I see Harry standing in front of me with some paper sheets on his hand.

— Take it. — he says, toughly staring.

— What's that?

— The appointments of all the classes you missed more the today's ones. — he practically pushes the sheets against me and leaves.

My eyes are wide open, I can't move, not even wink. I'm perplexed. What's this? He has been ignoring me until a minute ago and now this?Appointments? Harry is giving me his appointments? Does he even takes appointments?

— Harry! Wait!

Too late. I couldn't even see him disappearing in the school aisles.

— Bella, hey! How are you? — Jing hugs me and pulls me out of the classroom. — Is everything ok?

— Jing! I missed you! I'm so sorry! I haven't been there for you this week.

— Oh! You gotta be kidding me! Don't be silly! I'm doing great in Melanie's house. She's very kind.

— I believe you, anyway, tell me how this week was.

— Awesome, I love this exchange programs. Have you heard about Pamella's party tomorrow?

— I have, don't you think about convince me to go.

— Bella! Please! I'm not going if you don't! C'mon everyone will be there, I bet Steve will. — she makes an angelical face.

— I don't know, it's Pamella's party, I can't stand those fancy shits. " I'm gonna sing and some tv company that my mum hired, is gonna record it. You don't wanna miss it." — I put up my most annoying voice tone while imitating Pamella. And we laugh.

— You're mean! And she's right, you don't wanna miss it! We both are going to burst out laughing with her fancy shits!

— You're as mean as me! I'll reconsider your proposal.

— Yey! — she jumps for joy.

— Bella, hi! — Melanie shows up.

After all the questions, she asks me to go lunch at her house. She's very nice.

[...]

After we three ate we talked for hours until my phone rang.

— Bella, hi! I heard you're at Melanie's house, but I have an emergency, I mean, we. Can you please get a way to get a ride to my house? I am afraid Sarah isn't able to drive. — As I click in the green button Liam starts talking startled with something that doesn't seems good.

— Liam? What's going on?

— Can you?

— Tell me or I won't.

— It's Harry.

— Harry? What about him? What happened, you're frightening me.

— Just come.