Careless

Chapter Nine

I jump a little once my phone loudly rings, me reading the caller ID. I've been expecting this call and although I'm relieved, I'm terrified.

"Hello?"
Her awkwardly confused voice speaks.

"Hi, aunt Mary!"
I push the phone to my ear as I act to be surprised and happy to know that it's her.

Okay, look. The deal with my aunt is that although she pays for basically my whole life, she's never there. When she makes plans to come visit me, she never does. She either cancels it herself or lies that the plane was delayed and canceled but I always choose to believe that she didn't because it would just suck.

"Sweety! How are you?"
She asks amusingly, me repeatedly throwing punches to my head.

"I'm great.. You?"
I ask, my feet creating circles on the wooden floor.

"Me too! Listen, I know your birthday is only in a couple of weeks.."
Her voice trails off but I stay silent.

"So I'm going to come and see you!"
She screams excitedly through the phone, my ears popping after the loud woman is done.

This has been her plan for the past three years. But this year, this year I'm gonna be 21 and thats kind of fucking important cause well, I'm gonna be 21.

"Really?"
I ask politely, a fake high pitch tone in my voice to show how absolutely excited I am. No.

"Yes! I promise I'm gonna make it work this time!"
She promises just like every other year and I do nothing but to fake chuckle.

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I try my best not to stare at Harry but I can tell he has noticed so I quickly snap my head to the other direction, making myself look busy while using my phone.

I slightly turn, observing him through the corner of my eye, his hands running up and down her arms like he wants to eat her alive.

I sigh, looking away trying to avoid any more embarrassments. Since last night, I haven't talked to Harry. Honestly, I haven't gotten a chance to talk to him with that slutty girl glued to him.

"Ariana"
My head snaps back to the other direction, my eyes fixed on one thing and one thing only. Scott.

He runs his fingers through his sweaty and messed up hair, his lips pressing into a thin line. His cheeks are flushed and he looks terribly uncomfortable.

My tongue is tied as we awkwardly stare into each other's eyes. At this point, I can't tell if I wanna be mad all over again and slap him across the face or act like everything okay and that I forgive him.

Scott shifts in his spot, digging his large hands into his pockets, this regretful mask plastered on his face as if he made a total mistake just coming up to me.

"I'm so sorry about what I said.. I was just under a lot of pressure and I wasn't exactly in the good place an-"
He goes on before someone's voice cuts him off.

The eyes that were glued onto Scott's, find their way to a slightly taller brunette and I immediately remember the familiar face.

"Ariana! I've been searching everywhere for you!"
He smiles brightly, kind of freaking me out but the only reaction I give us a quick nervous smile.

I can understand how fake the words coming out of his mouth are and I try my very best not to burst out laughing.

He steps closer to me, lightly shoving Scott and I can feel the tension in the air. I know this isn't gonna end up good.

"Harry.. I'm kind of in the middle of something.. If you don't mind"
I keep the fake grin on but soon, I feel my eyes popping out of the back of my head.

Harry looks a bit taken back, slowly stepping back as I feel proud of how I took care of the situation but soon, I'm disappointed.

"It's about last night.. But hey, you've got something else to do"
He teases, an annoyed smile plastered on his face and I can see the same look plastered on Scott's but I look back at Harry.

Harry takes a step back and I know he is waiting for me to tell him to stay but I keep my mouth shut.

"I'll just go"
Scott awkwardly says, pointing to another direction as he walks off to it probably regretting leaving.

I watch him disappear into a room and my head snaps back to Harry who is enjoying my reaction.

"What was that?"
I rudely ask, my hands on my surprisingly thin waist. He stays quiet, not sure what else to say.

"What is it?"
I exhale, glaring at him once flashbacks fill my mind from last night.

The emotionless expression on his face turns into a kind of concerned one. He takes a deep breath before beginning to talk.

"About that.. I'm having trouble with some doubts abo-"
He is interrupted when the slutty Amanda calls for him by literally screaming.

Harry's head immediately snaps to her direction, a disappointed look plastered on both of our faces.

"I have.. To.. Go"
He points towards the bitch, slowly stepping back and once I sadly nod my head for allowance, he runs towards her, her hands finding their way to his chest once more and I can't do anything but to feel even more angry.

First, she gives me the glares and now she interrupts our conversation? Something I've been waiting for for about a month now.

I turn around, disappointingly walking to my first class and I can't help but think of how I felt when I saw Amanda's dirty little hands on him.