I didn't roll my eyes or turn around like expected I just sat still watching him like every other person in this room.
But unlike many of the other times where I have been in this room the same time Harry was,the girls eyes weren't just focused on Harry,this time they just flicked between Harry and me.
Making me feel uncomfertable every time they looked at me,they knew,of course they knew who didn't at this point this must be some way to get back at me even though I wouldn't expect that from Luke.
"glad you made it Harry" Our music teacher snapped everyone out of some weird trance we had all got after Harry walked into the brightly lit room.
He ushered Harry over to the front of the classroom and a lot of mumbled "ahhs" fell from his mouth as he tried to improvise.
I watched him for a while,just like everyone else in the room as he started talking and scribbling on the whiteboard.
But after about ten minuets he didn't make eye contact with me,or come anywhere in my direction as if he was avoiding me.
I turned round so my back was to him,trying to compose myself but my heart was beating incredibly fast.
I glanced up to Michael as he shifted is his seat,he simply rolled his eyes at me whilst pulling a face making me smile slightly,he was probably feeling the awkwardness I was giving off.
I was probably being extremely selfish,I basically told him I didn't want anything to do with him but I wanted his attention,I didn't even know I wanted his attention until we were in the same room and he was looking at anything else but me.
Why would he even show up here?he knew I wouldn't miss school,so why is he here if he's not even acknowledging me.
Half way through the lesson,I was tired of listening to his voice and scribbling on the paper infront of me so I got up and excused myself telling the teacher I felt sick.
I left the classroom and just walked,I didn't really know where yet,I just needed to be out of that room if felt as if pressure was building in my head.
In this messed up dream like state of my brain I sort of wished Harry would run out after me,but I knew that was not going to happen.
I couldn't go home yet it wasn't even lunch yet,so I walked round like a lost child trying to pass the time.
It wasn't working though,as I skimmed through the stale smelling corridors,this feeling of dread when I turned every corner was like déjà vu.
It was at my old school and it could of been classed as my own personal hell before death,I felt sick walking down the corridors my myself incase someone would say something or worse.
The rumours started in my first year when some people decided it would be amusing to them to make up reasons why I had no parents.
"Her mum was a prostitute"
"Druggie family"
"Suicide"
All false accusations but whenever I heard them it made my stomach drop.
I could deal with it though until the rumours got worse,the next rumours were about me.
Then I had no one at all,waking up each day and telling myself to be brave and not listen became almost as normal as brushing my teeth.
And when I knew I would be moving to the UK I was happy but still blissfully unaware of the storm I would create which felt a million times worse than my life back in Iowa.
My shoes made this squeak against the floor that hurt my ears as I walked down the wooden hallways past each class of kids who were probably as miserable as me.
I don't even know what I had gotten myself into.
It was like some messed up plot twist from a badly written teen romance novel with more turns than a fair ground ride.
I suppose a few months ago I would of questioned why me? Why has this happened to me?
But I knew exactly why, I had something good in my life but I was too selfish to see it.
I heard the shrill ring of the bell telling me my lesson was over making me swear before heading back to my mayor class.
I wasn't that surprised when I finally got to the classroom and he was waiting there,I knew that the whole time I was walking back here somewhere back in my mind I was expecting him to be waiting for me.
"Don't run off" He spoke the second I closed the door with my hand still grasping the handle.
"I won't" I replied my voice sounding weary.
"We need to talk"
"We really don't"
"Piper don't be stubborn we do"
"You wreaked everything just for a thrill didn't you" I huffed already feeling my annoyance rise, I hated this we couldn't even have a simple conversation without one of us acting like a child
"No I did it because I didn't want to share you"
"Because I love you and I couldn't stand to see it anymore, it fucking hurt me Piper so bad I didn't even know I had feelings like that, you thought the worst of me but the best of him I hated being compared to someone I could never be, I want even bothered about hurting him I will be honest with you, I didn't even care about myself I cared more about you and doing whatever it took to make you happy but looking back at it I only made you sad and the guilt is eating me from the inside out I can't fucking stand this."
HI THIS IS SUCH A BADLY WRITTEN AND EDITED CHAPTER I WILL CHANGE IT EVENTUALLY BUT IM BORED WITH THE STORY LINE
