Jamie's POV

I can't believe she actually slapped me. I'm sitting in first period, and Mr. Taylor is talking, but I'm not hearing anything because I cannot believe she fucking slapped me. I can feel Nathan look over at me every few seconds, but I refuse to look back.

"Now," Mr. Taylor drones on, "your project will be due-" he's interrupted by a knock on the door.

I don't look up until I hear the voice speaking.

"Mr... Um... Taylor? May I borrow Jamie for a moment?" that British accent says. His curly-haired head is poking in from the hallway, as if he's afraid to actually enter the class.

"I suppose so," the English teacher's monotone voice replies.

I slowly rise from my seat and blush as I make my way to the door. I sit in the back of the room, so I'm forced to endure whispers from everyone I pass.

"Off for a quickie..."

"I still don't get why he'd choose her."

"He'd choose anything so willing to give it up."

"Takes a serious whore to get knocked up in freshman year."

"If she'd been smart she would have aborted the thing."

"If only her mom had been smart enough to abort her."

The snide comments burn into my ears and fill my brain as I rush to navigate to where Harry is waiting. Do they really hate me so much just for being wanted? Finally, thank God, I get through all the desks and out the door.

"Hey," he says while leaning back against the lockers and putting his hands in his pockets.

"What do you want? I got the message loud and clear this morning to stay away," I cross my arms and stand as far away from him as possible.

"Whoa there. I'm not the one who hit you," he defends himself.

"You're right. But it was because of you. Because of you, everyone knows about Charlotte. Alexis has it out for me. Half the people in this school worship me for all the wrong reasons, and the other half is plotting my demise."

"I just wanted to apologize," he sighs. Damn he's fine. But I don't care. I am shutting off my emotions starting... Now.

"Not accepted," I reply cooly.

"Well," he grins before crossing the hallway to get to me. He pulls me in by my belt loops and his eyes glimmer mischievously before he whispers in my ear, "I'll have to prove it, then? What can I do to make you accept?"

His lips are so close... So much for shutting off feeling. Every instinct in me is screaming to spin him around, shove him against the lockers, and collide my lips with his. My God, his lips... They're slowly, teasingly touching me and shortening my already rapid breaths. Just as he makes his way to my neck, something in my brain screams and I push him away.

"No, Harry. I... I don't want you," I stutter.

"Your breathing says otherwise," he smirks.

The smirk reminds me. He's so good at this because he has experience. This gives me confidence in my stand.

"I mean it. Just let things go back to normal. You'll be the golden boy, I'll be the wallflower."

He runs his hands through his hair and turns away from me. After a few seconds, he turns back and his eyes are black.

"Fine. That's really what you want? You want to let Alexis win? You want to go back to being miserable? You want me to just pretend like we never met?" His demeanor changed so quickly... It's almost frightening. His tone is full of anger. The only other time I've seen him like this was when I found him in a fist fight with a wall.

"Yup," I can only manage that single word.

Just as quickly as they turned black, his eyes flash back to the sparkling green, but this time, they're filled with sadness.

"No. That's not what you want. You know it, I know it... Fuck, even Ashton is willing to admit it."

"Ashton?" What does she have to do with this?

"How do you think I found your class?" he explains.

What? My brain is so confused right now. One second he's pissed, the next sad, the next reasonable. Ashton hates him... So why would she help him? Just to get at Alexis? Nothing is making sense.

"I can't handle this," I state, "This inconsistent, never ending drama. There's a reason I'm alone... A reason I'm going to stay alone."

"Why would you choose to be alone when there's someone who just wants to be with you?" His attempts at persuasion have no effect.

If he knew everything... He wouldn't want to be with me. If he found out, he'd leave. I'm contemplating how to say this when he speaks.

"I want to help you, Jamie."

This does it for me.

"I'm not something you can fix," I glare at him, "I'm not some little charity project."

"We can fix each other," he mumbles.

"I'm broken beyond repair."

With that, I turn and walk back into my classroom. Leaving a very confused-looking, strikingly beautiful boy leaning against a locker and wondering how this all went so wrong.

Notes

Is it weird for me to be irritated at characters from my head? Am I mad? Oh, but all the best people are. Hope you enjoy the update, I have an entire project to do but this took priority, so you're welcome! Comment comment comment I love comments. Okey wub yew guys for reading.

-JKM