The Ashes

Chapter 2

Picture is Francisco Lachowski as Harvey (it's a gif but it's probably not working because I hate my life and gifs never work damnit) bonus points if someone can tell me how to add one from an iPad
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It's been almost a week since Harvey started at my school, and he still hasn't stopped annoying me. Not only directly but also because he is unfortunately good at everything he does.
Tomorrow is Saturday and I'm looking forward to spending my day like I normally would, maybe going out with friends to the cinema or something.

Who am I kidding. I'm going to be reading fanfiction and crying over some band on tumblr as feels consume me.

However before I can spend (people call it wasting but it's really not) my time in the beautiful world known as the Internet, I have to live through the rest of today. My eyes keep slipping shut, and a yawn makes up a large portion of every sentence I say.

"Kitten!" Harvey calls from the other end of the corridor. When I told him how much the nickname annoyed me, he decided it should be permanent. I choose to ignore him.

"Hi Harvey!", a girl giggles. I snort unattractively as he throws her a fake smile, still walking in my direction. He finally reaches me, a look of aggravation obvious on his face.

"Why won't they leave me alone?", he whines.

"Not really my problem."

"Ooh," he taunts. "The kitten has her claws out today."

I don't bother gracing him with an answer, closing my locker and walking away from him. When I'm halfway down the deserted staircase I hear someone following me, and I have a strong feeling it's Harvey; who else has nothing better to do with their life than annoy me? I turn around, ready to accuse him of stalking me so he'll back off, but I come face to face with the girl who called his name earlier. She looks furious.

"Stop flirting with Harvey. Why would he be interested in some fat bitch like you when he could have me? He's mine, so back off, okay?"

I look her up and down. She's the stereotypical popular, athletic and beautiful person at school that the other girls want to be and the guys want to be with. Our own version of Regina George, if you will. They even look alike.

"Have him." I snigger. "I don't want him."

She rolls her eyes at me, as if I'm a child pretending to be an adult. It's a look that reeks of superiority, and I hate it.

"Don't lie to me, you were practically throwing yourself at him."

"I think you were looking in the mirror." I retort, imitating her sickly sweet tone, mentally smacking myself for such a lame comeback.

"Just stay away from him." she huffs, whipping her hair in my face as she climbs back up the stairs, her expensive boots clicking against the marble steps.

Once I'm finally outside, I take a deep breath of cold air, trying to calm myself, but somehow end up yawning.

"You shouldn't do that. You'll catch flies.", a lazy voice drawls from behind me. I jump in surprise and spin on my heel to find the speaker and end up nose to nose with Gabriel Fayers. I lurch back, uncomfortable with our proximity.

"It's too cold for flies." I blurt, without thinking.

He pauses. "True."

The door of the English building swings open and Harvey steps out, his shoulders hunched against the cold. He stops, his eyes flicking between me and Gabriel, confused.

"Harvey." Gabriel nods in his direction. "I'll be seeing you, gorgeous.", he winks at me, before walking out of the front gates. What?

"Why the hell are you talking to Gabriel Fayers?", he interrogates, once he's out of sight.

"Does it matter?"

"No- Yes- I don't know. He's bad news, kitten."

"I don't know you. You could be an axe murderer." I remind him.

"Oh crap, she knows.", he pretends to mutter to himself. I smile despite myself.

"Well in that case I'll be leaving you. Bye."

"I can walk you home.", he offers hopefully.

"You said you were an axe murderer." I point out. "Not happening."

Needless to say he walked me home anyway. Stalker.

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Well that's chapter 2
It sucks, I know. Oops. It's kind of a filler but yeah.
If the gif didn't work, search 'Francisco lachowski kitten' on Google images, you won't regret it. ;)

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