Repent

seven

CHAPTER 7

AUTUMN'S POV

Green eyes stared into mine as a sign of distraction, pink, heart-shaped lips tugged up into a smirk. "Hi." I shyly responded to the smug man hunched at the rim of the table, his orbs focused onto my own arriving figure. Harsh pants revolving from my mouth. My eyes flickered over to Ashley, over in the corner, just a simple grit to her teeth explained that she wasn't quite into the happy option, the wrinkles of the sheets on the pad proved everything that I needed to know, just the made eye contact with her explained that this was my job; from now on. I, so desperately tried to make eye contact with her, but she didn't budge for a second, eyes still connected to Harry's.

But, his; connected to mine.

Ashley snapped us out of our little staring competition, the rimmed red around her eyes made me slightly cower back in fear, but quickly regained my composure by annoyingly meeting this eyes of him. "You'll be taking this one from here, Autumn. I don't think that I could ever come into this room without wanting to strangle him. "

I nodded.

He cringed, but quickly regained by a sly smile. Ashley, however, gathered her things hurriedly, in hopes to make it out in innocence for not quickly throwing a punch at him, intentionally threw a unnecessary glare at Harry's direction, then, making her way out the door, no words after her brilliant interaction with him. The silence of the atmosphere was intensifying, never daring to make one single flick of my eye to him. The flick of my eyes is what got me into this mess with him, the one flick of my eye had his ready to make connection with mine, any second.

Through my journey farther into the room, my bag was clutched rightly onto the handle of the bag, never regaining composure whenever I'm in the same room as him. His deathly coiled up smile was easily, so, so easily felt behind my back, blaring holes through my skin, in hopes to get to my eye for contact even if it's from my back to my front. I didn't budge. At all. Noticing the way that if I did; I couldn't look away, because, I will always find a way to want revenge. And that included a face to face conversation with him. Which involved eye contact, too. I ignored his stare. All.

He spoke up, clearly and proudly, through the erratic beating of my heart for some days since I've been locked in the same room as he. I couldn't find courage to catch a sight of him as he welcomed. "Beautiful morning, isn't it?" Harry complimented, so smugly. My actions were to listen to his words, but not utter a single word after his sentence was so smugly said. The erratic beating of my heart expanded by the more and more minutes of him staring that had passed. I agreed with his words, nothing but a nod infatuating my actions, altogether.

"It's snowing." I stated, wanting to mean that somehow, it wasn't such a beautiful morning by the snow that dominated the whole atmosphere. My eyes boldly connected with his for his response. I couldn't believe that I had the audacity to say that. Without my words, I could have been asking him with questions, but I so, boldly had to make connection with his eyes, my attention focused onto his sly smile plastered to his features. The way he couldn't care about the deep scowl that had taken over my features.

His dark, deep laughter boosted the whole atmosphere, my brows raising in questioning. A duh look appeared onto his features, before his words awkwardly filled the atmosphere. "I didn't notice."

He ironically said, the countdown of the moments of minutes that it took for my deep blush to appear. Harry smirked, focusing his attention back onto the wall, finally relieved of getting his goal which is making me at least get a reaction from him. Any one. And the redness on my cheekbones proved it all. All of it. He was truly different than others, when he isn't finding time to piss anyone off, he is making another different plan to have a different reaction from him. The bones and muscles at his back popped out from his orange jumpsuit, a perfectly fitted hairstyle with styles of curls onto his head, accompanied by the other same bandana that he wore the day that I was trembling to even make eye contact with him.