Careless

Chapter Twenty Seven

I place the red graduation cap on my head firmly, everyone else doing the same. Now that everyone has their certificates, we have to do the old fashion throwing our caps into the air thing and I can't feel more bumped.

"After you"
Scott motions me to head out to the empty field beside the rows of chair and I obey with a smile, making my way out of the compact space, nearly tripping with my high heels.

"Congratulations to the graduate students of 2014!"
The principle yells into the microphone with cheer and excitement and that's out que to throw our caps into the air.

I throw off my cap, watching it spin in the air and fall to the ground as everyone cheers and yells happily.

The only thing going through my head is Harry. I expected to be here with him, to throw my cap off into space with him and to kiss him passionately in front of all of his friends. I wanted to spend a weekend with him after leaving my dorm in a hotel and then kiss him at 12 am on new year in Times Square.

Right then, Scott gracefully grabs my face and connects lips with mine, kissing me 'passionately'. I don't even know what Scott is doing here with me when clearly, he knows I'm not showing the same interest but I force myself to kiss back. Let me save you from vivid process.. Then, we pull away after a few seconds.

"Baby, we're free"
Scott chuckles, his hands still cupping my face firmly and I let out a laugh, nodding my head.

We're free, alright. I'm free from studying but I'm still like a bird trapped in a cage in my heart. I never expected to see Harry this way but now that I am, it's not so bad. I saw the side of him no one else did.. Ever.

"Wanna go out to eat lunch?"
Scott suggests with a smile, his arm around my waist as we walk away from the happy crowd.

"I have to pack all of my stuff and call my aunt"
I say, a pout forming on Scott's lips and I giggle pushing him away but he fights back, by pulling me with him.

"Alright, I'll drop you off then"
He says politely and I smile, shaking my head and take his hand into mine.

"No. You go and celebrate with your friends. I have a few professors to talk to before I go"
I lie, hoping he won't sense anything unusual and luckily he doesn't cause he nods his head and bounces off to find his friends. Just like that. He doesn't know me at all.

Sighing once I'm alone, I lick my lips and turn towards the crowd in attempt to find Harry. I really need to sit and talk with him. I can't leave New York City without talking to him one last time. Even as strangers.

Feeling my heart beating out of my chest, I find him in the crowd with his jock friends laughing away and I run out of breath.

"I can't do it"
I admit to myself, immediately turning around and practically running away from the one chance I get to talk to him for the last time. Feeling a bad headache attack me, I close my eyes feeling lost.

I run to the side of the street and hold out of arm for a cab and once one pulls over, I turn around for the last glimpse of his happy face and drag myself into the car and shut the door behind me.

Once I inform the cab driver where I want to go, I stare out the window and directly at Harry, seeing him walk away from his friends and he seems out of place.

Was he looking for me? Was he just there to call someone or waiting for a chick to take to his dorm room for the last time on campus? What if he was expecting me to be there.

I observe as he looks around and stuffs his hands into his pockets, and right then, he catches a glance of me and his facial expression changes. I stay frozen as he stares at me with sorrow and that's when the fucking cab driver decides to start driving, the distance between Harry and I widening. That's when I finally breathe, feeling my heart skip multiple beats as I have the urge to cry.