Ever Since New York // H.S. - ON HOLD

CHAPTER 7 - IT'S NOT A DATE

A/N - I work tomorrow, so pray for me....also...this chapter is one of my faves so far! 

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I don't know how I didn't get a ticket with how fast and reckless I was driving to Lisa's office. It's on the other side of town from the yoga studio, and I wanted to get as far away from Harry as possible. But how do I know he isn't following me right now? No, that's stupid. He said he wasn't stalking me. Or is he?

I dart up the stairs once I arrive at the office, completely ignoring the fact that I don't do strenuous physical activity and I am sprinting up eight flights of stairs. My lungs burn as I reach Lisa's floor and I struggle to regain my breath. I vigorously pound on her door, practically shaking the entire complex in the process.

"Geez, someone's angry today." I push past her, huffing and throwing my bag down on the couch. "I thought yoga was supposed to put you at peace." She gives me a questioning look and shuts the door behind her.

"Lisa, I-He-UGH!" I scream as I gouge my fists into my eyes in anger.

"Okay, okay, let's sit down and get started then." She moves over to her chair beside her desk and brings her clipboard to her lap, but I don't move. I begin pacing around behind the long blue couch I am accustomed to.

"What happened?" She asks and I burst out in anger.

"Harry! He fucking showed up, again! I went to my yoga class to have some sense of normalcy again and to actually relax, but he just showed up! Late, might I add!" I stay pacing the floor as my left arm hugs my chest and my right picks at my bottom lip.

"And this is bad because?" She questions further.

"Because he pisses me off! He thinks that just because we met once, means that he suddenly has the right to interact with me whenever he wants! And I've been going to that studio and that same class for so long, yet he has never been there before! I called him out for it, and he gave me some bullshit answer that apparently he goes every Wednesday, but decided to go on Friday this week. That's stupid, right? Like he must be stalking me and I-I can't take that." I sigh deeply as I rub my fingers on my temple to keep a headache from forming due to all of these emotions.

"Evelyn, I highly doubt he's stalking you. It's probably just a coincidence. But if you're so destined to get rid of him, how come you didn't just ignore him?" Her question angers me more. Does she think I didn't try that?

"I did! You make it seem like it's so fucking easy. He's there, with this stupid cheeky grin, winking at me, whispering to me, and I couldn't just yell at him to leave in the middle of a peaceful yoga class! That's not even all." I reach into my bag to pull out the scribbled note he left me and hand it over to Lisa. She puts on her reading glasses to read the tiny handwriting.

"Call me when you've changed your mind x -H....Changed your mind about what? Him?" She folds it and hands it back to me, and I shove it back into my bag.

"He wants to go out, to "get to know me" or whatever. Which isn't going to happen. He's not going to know me. I don't even know when he put that in my bag. He must have done it when he sprinted out of the class, but how would he know what I was going to say?" I speak out loud, but it's mostly for myself.

"Do you hear yourself? The attitude right now, it's quite obvious what you would say in response to him asking you out." She folds her hands as she always does and gives me a stern look.

"Okay, whatever! That's not the point. The point is that he keeps showing up and I don't know what to do about it. I-I don't want this. I can't. I just can't." I finally sit down, feeling the exhaustion hit me as my adrenaline winds down.