My Crush, My Bully, My Friend

Bri's POV

I haven't gone to school in a week. I've gotten over a hundred texts, 30 calls, and ten visits to my house, which I never answered.

I just can't bring myself to face Harry? Who lives smack dab in front of my house. Of all the places! I go over to my window, sitting on the ledge. It has two small pillows. I take one and hug it to my chest. I look at the twilight yard. I don't know what time it is, but the moon is down low, so I'm guessing late.

Im actually starting to fall asleep when I hear the pat pat of something being thrown at my window. My eyes snap open and look, but I can barely see anything. I open the right side of the window, and see that brown curly mop. He threw another tiny rock, and it nearly hit me!

"What Harry?" I said between my cliched teeth. I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry.

"Jump down, I'll catch you!" He yelled softly.

"No Harry. I don't wanna break your heart again."

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