I walked up to Harry's car and he stepped in front of me.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I said with wide eyes.
"Let me open the door for you." He said with a smile.
"Uhm o-okay thanks."
I don't get him. I don't get him at all.
I couldn't help but notice how he taps his thumbs on the steering wheel to the beat of the music as he drives. But, as soon as he noticed that I noticed, he stopped and glared at me.
"What are you looking at?" He said angrily.
"Nothing..." I said turning away and looking out the window. "You don't have to be so rude all the time. One minute you're nice and the next minute you're rude. I don't get you."
Suddenly he stops the car abruptly. We are only halfway to the beach.
"Get out." He said with a blank expression.
"What?" I said confused.
"I said get out! Get the fuck out of my car. God, are you deaf?" he said at the top of his lungs.
I felt tears welling in my eyes and I instantly try to stop them from coming. He is no reason to cry. I don't even know him. Nor do I care about him. I get out of the car and slam the door. Just because he isn't with me anymore doesn't mean I'm not still going to shoot before it gets dark.
When I got to the beach I remembered why I love beaches so much. They make me feel so free. I forget all of my worries as soon as I feel the sand between my toes. It also reminds me of when I was little and my parents and I would take trips to Siesta Key in Florida. I am suddenly torn out of my thoughts by someone calling my name.
It's Harry and he's walking straight towards me.
Oh no, I am not having any part of him. He already tried to ruin my night once. I grabbed all of my stuff and take off running down the beach. I look behind me and he is now running after me. He's a lot faster than me.
"Lennon! Wait! Lennon Grace! I need to talk to you!"
"Leave me alone! Go away!"
He catches up with me and stands in front of me. That must be his favorite thing to do considering it's like the third time he's done it now.
"What do you want?! Get away from me!" I said pushing him away with both hands on his chest.
"Why are you so mad?" he asks.
Does he really not know? Could he really be that oblivious? I just stared at him in awe of his stupidity and pushed my way past him.
"You just left me on the side of the road after freaking out on me for no reason! What do you mean why am I so mad?" I yell.
"Oh c'mon Lennon Grace. Don't be so dramatic." he says pulling me into him by my waist.
His piercing green eyes are staring directly into mine.
"Let me go." I say trying to break out of his grasp.
"No." he said with a smirk.
That damn smirk.
All of a sudden his lips pressed to mine as his hand moved to my back pulling me against him. I kissed him for about 10 seconds before I realized what I was doing.
"Stop!" I pull back. "You can't just treat me like that and then think you can kiss me like nothing happened! I don't get you!"
"Fuck it." he said with the same anger filled eyes he had in the car.
Without another word, he walked back to his car and sped off in the opposite direction of campus.
I know that I'm right. He can't treat me like that. I stopped letting that happen after what my ex did. I can't get into another relationship like my last. I don't think I could handle anything like that again.
But, if I'm so right why do I feel myself missing him the second he walks away? Am I already in way too deep?
