Magnolia in May [H.S]

Part six

^^^^ this is the song they're listening to in the car. Highly recommend listening as it is important to the rest of the story.

                                         

Magnolia

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The interaction between Harry and I engraved in my mind throughout the week. Constantly like a plague of sorts, every time ticking me off reliving his crude actions. How amused he seemed at my frustration- what a dick.

      
I ran into him only once since then, he practically pretends to not see me. Bumping into me while conversing with some guy and then continuing walking as if I was some ghost. Unbothered by my presence, this fact only made me more fumed, wanting nothing more than to put him back into his place. 

      
I'd find myself subconsciously looking around campus for him, waiting for the right moment to be a bitch right back. But considering our schedules don't clash I didn't see much of him, resulting in just more thinking about him.  My whole life is stationed around skating so I couldn't avoid him or the rink.

      
The week came fast and dragged on until I felt so burnt out I could literally throw myself off a bridge. My quads were sore and destroyed from being overworked but more importantly, my mind was fried. Screaming at me to do something, anything other than tedious practice and mind-numbing training classes. From the long tiring hours of work, there'd seem to be not an ounce of progress. I understood I took time, along with everything else in life but I didn't consider myself a patient person in the slightest. I couldn't catch a break, and my soul yearned for one.  

     The delightful weather was not to last, within days it was cloudy and raining again. Adding an extra layer of aperture on my conscious, sprouting in a series of moments of unmotivated restlessness.

      
The wind tossed around the drops of condensation, harshly slamming against all walks of earth. It tumbles intensely on the metal of my car, pitter-patter to distract from my wandering thoughts. I zoned out, consumed by the downfall, swaying of the trees. Back and forth, side to side. With no perfect rhythm, just acting on its own.

With moments passing the sky darkens, rumbling with anguish. A reminder I needed to head back home. But with the existential my mind didn't falter, my eyes stayed concentrated as the sky got increasingly darker, stormier.

Thunder rumbles the sky, booming with power. Crackling down into electrical charges surrounding me. The rain crashes on unmistakably, even with the inconvenience continuing without doubt.

My head dashes up to my passengers window, the relation that more than just the thunder was making a thud noise. Knuckles tap consecutively at the glass, blurrily through the waterfalls pouring down it. I scatter over to the door flinging it open, once I do this I regret it. Just brewing in my mind how I could've just put myself into a dangerous situation. I didn't know who was out there, but they didn't know who was in here. 

The first thing  I see is a green beanie, and that gives it away; I know actually who just jumped in my car. It registers fully when he slams onto the leather seat, swiftly shutting the door behind him and looking me dead on with his green eyes.

"I didn't know this was your car.." He mutters, wiping the rain off his cheeks with his sleeve. All I can muster is a measly nod, as my gaze stays fully on him. I shift in my seat at the uncomfortableness, hoping whatever it is he needs he says it right off the bat.

I wait for a response, glancing over his lips then darting my eyes away from his intimidation.

"Do you need something?" I gasp out, He stares at me, distraction longing his bore.