Backstabbed (H.S)

Chapter 34

Harry left right after those words came out of my mouth with a disgusted look on his face. Why? I have no idea. Maybe he's mad because he knows I'm lying?

Today is Friday and I'm super grateful. I pull on my khaki skinny capri's and fit a red Texas Rangers shirt with black sandals. I curl the ends of my hair and bobby pin my bangs to the side. I go for a light makeup routine with powder and mascara.

I smile at my reflection in the mirror when I'm done applying mascara and head downstairs.

"Eat something, Mack!" my mother yells from the kitchen the second my hand reaches the door knob.

I roll my eyes and walk back into the kitchen grabbing a banana, shoving it in my moms face, "I'm eating the banana, ya see? Bye, mom." I smile, chewing on the banana as I walk out of the house, walking towards school.

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When I step through the door of my humongous high school, I feel all eyes on me. I find Isa fidling with her fingers in the corner at the end of the hall.

I rush over to her, grabbing her by the shoulders and leading her into the bathroom.

"What's going on, why is everyone looking at me?" I say, my eyes wide open, staring into her golden pairs.

"Just a rumor," she shrugs but I notice that she is really uncomfortable.

"Who started it?"

"It's rumored to be Mia...." she sighs, closing her eyes.

My pulse raises, "What is she saying?"

Suddenly someone opens the bathroom door.

"That you had a pretty nice night with Rick yesterday. Maybe even a little serious." Mia says, raising an eyebrow with a stupid smirk on her face.

"You don't even have proof!" I raise my voice, turning around to face her.

"You're right." she nods, "but Rick confirming that he was with you yesterday is enough for everyone in our senior class to believe me."

My body shakes and my fingers tingle, "Why are you doing this?"

She shrugs, that smirk still plastered on her face, "Once Harry finds out your a cheating slut he will have to other choice than to come back running to someone he truly loves. Me."

My heart stops and my eyes sting, Harry.

Harry. I haven't even told him that Rick was back and this is the worst possible way for him to find out.

I swing my arm out of Isa's grip on my arm and push past Mia and her gang.

I burst through the bathroom looking right and left, looking for the beautiful curls and emerald eyes.

I rush myself down the hall and push myself past some sophomores. When I find him, my heart cracks and it's loud enough for everyone to hear.

Liam is whispering something into Harrys's ear and once Liam backs away his face literally falls. All happiness slowly disappears from his face and his hands clutch and unclutch.

Everything to me was in slow motion.

The people around me were walking in slow motion and when Harry looked up and met my eyes, I panicked. I turned away and my ears were drowned in students yelling at each other across the hall.

I walk drearily to first period where I would have to face Mia again. I step into the art room and take my seat, taking out my portfolio.

My hands start drawing the body of the bird, it's wings broken.

I drown out everyone around me, and just draw.

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Second period I kept my head down when I walked through the door. I didn't want to face Rick or Harry.

While walking to my seat in the back, I feel a very strong and wide hand grab my hip making me jolt back from the grip.

I look up and see Rick sitting in his seat, smirking up at me and my body flashes with fear.

I turn back, on my way to my seat but Rick grabs my wrist with a hard grip, "Hey, don't ignore me!"

I turn back to face Rick but his grip doesn't loosen on my wrist and I whimper.

Rick leans towards me and whispers, "What was that?"

"Please let go." I whisper.

"What was that?" he smirks.

"Please let go." I raise my voice. I look up to see the students already in the class staring up at me and Harry just walking into class.

His head snaps up from his phone and settle on Rick, then my wrist, his eyes ending on me. His breathing fastens and his eyes turn dark, but he seems to be debating whether to come help me or not.

He seems to decide against it because he blinks a few times then goes to take a seat and my heart drops. I look back down at Rick and then stare at my wrist. The wrist that could have been covered in good, deep, straight line.

"Let. Go." I say, softly, but sternly.

"Why?" His smirk re-appears,"you let me have my hands all over you yesterday."

"Shut up!" I whisper, leaning into him.

I snatch my wrist away, since his grip had lightened, looking at it after.

It was almost turning the color purple and I couldn't feel any nerve. I hiss at the pain when I rub my wrist and Harry's head snaps up to me but quickly faces forward.

I take a seat in my chair once the bell rings and the teacher comes into the class announcing our next assignment, but I just block his voice from entering my ears.

I take out my art portfolio and flip to the page of the drawing with the bird and it's broken wings and continue the drawing of the broken bird.

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