Oh, That Frat Boy! (H.S.)

Chapter 8: Are You an Illusion?

Harry avoided me like the plague. I don't blame him. I still hid behind my friends if I saw him. If we did see each other, he would watch me for a few seconds, then walk back the way he came.

Well, ouchie.

After I jumped behind Bart yet again as we passed a group of boys that included Harry, my friend had had enough.

Bart turned and I squeaked, but thankfully Harry passed me.

"Why are you constantly hiding from that frat guy?" he questioned. "I thought you guys were friends or something."

I rolled my eyes and pushed him ahead. "Move, we're holding up the traffic."

"But seriously though."

I sighed as we approached the elevators to go up to our Organic Chemistry lecture. "We're not friends anymore."

"Weren't you chummy with them frat douches last year?"

I let out a laugh as we got into the elevator, people slowly filing in after us.

"That's a whole other story, my friend."

I never told my close friends about what happened. Keeping it locked up is what got me through. Only select people knew about Alex's death, including Zayn, Katie, and Harry. Bart and Fatima had enough on their plates as it is with having a friend like me; more drama will only cause complications.

Orgo lecture passed with a blur, as did Personality class. To a general dismay, we were assigned a 15 page paper due in two weeks. Well, fuck me and my free time.

Work was slow, with not many students showing up for tutoring. Seeing as it was nearly 6pm, I felt nerves spike up in my mind. Tutoring Harry.

Oh wait, good god, tonight is that damn Halloween party!

I almost smack myself as I remember our argument and the fact that I actually had to move his tutoring to next week. God, it was embarrassing. Getting caught the morning after...not the best way to let anyone know you were screwing someone to forget your pain.

Sighing, I packed up my things and left. It was chilly outside as I hugged myself in my oversized sweater to preserve some heat. The train station was just as cold, but by the amount of people that surrounded me, it was relatively warm.

With a bit of shoving, I made my trek to the middle of the platform, but immediately regretted the action. Harry stood to the side with a beautiful, model-esque blonde girl, flirty smiles on both of their faces.

I recognised her immediately. It was Georgina, Harry's ex. What they were doing together completely confused me.

"She is crazy," he had told me once. "Almost glued my balls together while I was sleeping for forgetting our anniversary. Not a pleasant sight to wake up to."

And now they stood side by side, Harry gently wrapping his arm around her waist and whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

My jaw clenched.

He had said he wouldn't get back with her in a million years, so what the hell was he doing with his psycho ex? Did he want to experience castration, since gluing his balls together didn't work?

As I tried to swiftly walk past them, I heard my name being called.

Oh, for fuck's sake...

Plastering a sarcastic smile on my face I turned to see Georgina strolling up to me, with an uncomfortable Harry in tow.

"Oh Sophia, it's so nice to see you again!" She exclaimed, wrapping her arms around me. I was probably up to her shoulders, making it a rather awkward and one sided hug.