Blue

I reach down to my phone, silenceing the annoying tune blaring through the room. School does not seem like a good idea, I just feel like laying in bed and watching movies. I roll over onto my back and pull the blanket over my face.
"Emma? Wake up." There's no sound of rustling or her getting up to get ready. "Emma!" I pull the blanket down and look over to her empty bed. Where the hell did she go? I remember her coming home with us last night but I went to sleep before her and Harry left after throwing her down on the bed because she was to drunk to walk. Where could she have went? I push my concern for her out my mind and head to my bathroom, washing me face and brushing my teeth. My hair for once is deciding to stay in an amazing curly style so I leave it and get dressed.
I find jeans and a white "Phoenix Univeristy" sweatshirt and my Blue Toms. I'll buy coffee and breakfast when I get there. I really don't feel like doing anything even making my own breakfast, sorry I'm lazy. I walk outside pulling my sweatshirt tighter at the breeze from the morning air. I spy Harry sitting idly in front of my car in his BMW, his hair pulled back and bruises still noticable. His smiles spreads as I stop a few feet away.
"Hey, Snorie Norie." What? He must be overly tired. I duck my head until our eyes meet .
"Whatcha doing?" I say as sweet as possible.
"Coming to pick you. Get in." Why is he picking me up?
"I have a car, actually you're blocking it. So..."
"No, I'm driving you. Come on." He says waving me over.
"Harry I-"
"Oh get in the damn car." I shift my weight onto my other leg and glare at him."Sorry, but seriously get in." I shrug and walk over to the passenger side which he already has open for me. Sure beats using up my gas.
"Did you pick up Emma?" I ask when I'm fully in pulling my seatbelt over me.
"No, is she gone?"
"Yeah I woke up and she was gone. What if somethings wrong?" He grins and shakes his head.
"She's probably already at school or with someone-"
"I hope so." He gives me a reasuring smile and drives out of the lot. It's kind of sweet that he came to pick me up from where ever he has been. Where is he staying anyway? I've wondered that since the day I left him in the airport parking lot by himself. I feel so bad about that, I can be a really big bitch sometimes.
"So where to?" He asks.
"Umm what do you mean? School."
"Am I supposed to know excatly where it is I just moved here."
"Harry, you've lived here for how long?" I tell him.
"And I've been in England for how long?" He counters. I point ahead.
"Follow the road and it'll lead you there." He nods and pulls a cigerette from the compartment under my arm. "You smoke?"
"Seriously?" He asks in disbelief. "I've smoked since freshmen year of high school."
"No you tried and then told me you weren't a smoker."
"Well, I changed." He says looking from the road to me.
"I know." I breath. He's changed too much for me to notice him anymore. The fighting, the smoking, the tattoos. What happened to the little boy who used to cringe at curse words and never attended parties, well ones that I were aware of. It's like he had a whole seperate life, it really makes me wonder what he was doing while we were "friends". He pulls into the "Art" hall parking lot and takes one more drag before flicking it out the window.
"You want me to walk you?" Harry asks as I cross the lot, poking his head out of the window.
"Don't you have somewhere to be? Like shopping." I say flicking my wrist. He raises his brow.
"Don't say it like that." I laugh and shake my head.
"I got it." I take a few steps until I'm on the side walk and turn. "See?"
"Meet me here at 3:05. If you're not here I'll slit your tires."
"I'll be here." I scoff. He speeds off and I walk inside finding, FourSquare, a small cafe and order a small mocha and two blue berry muffins. My first class is photography and Mr. Drummond's a pretty amazing person so I'm excited to be back here taking pictures for him.
I eat the one of the muffins on the way to class pushing past people standing in the halls. I finish my coffee and sit my camera case down before slinging my bag onto the back of the chair. Mr. Drummond walks inside holding a jar of rose petals in one hand and his camera looped around his neck. Confused murmurs circle the room.
"Calm down everyone. I know you're all wondering what the rose petals are for?" He says placing his hand in the jar and stirring it. "Today we are starting our second lesson. Can anyone guess what it is?" In one swift movement the rose petals are falling over the room.
"Anyone?" He repeats.
"Realism?" Some says behind me. He shakes his head and moves on.
"No, not realism."
"Perspective." I mumble.
"Norie Barragan? Is that your name?" I look up from adjusting my ISO setting, to his smiling face.
"Yes. "
"You are absolutley correct." I smile and look back down to my camera. "Norie. How did you come up with the idea that we are moving into perspective?" I clear me throat. Oh God! I hate being put on the spot like this!
"Ummm, perspective in photography can be defined as the sense of depth or spatial relationships between objects in the photo, along with their dimensions with respect to the viewpoint between the camera lens or the viewer. So when someone sees the petal their mind automatically sees the flatness, they can't percive the depth so as photographers we ourselves have to 'change' the petal or other object." He smiles and turns.
"All to true, Ms. Barragan. Okay now, scatter. I want six pictures by the end of the hour. Do you're best if they are horrible I will call you back for retakes tomorrow morning. I know no one wants to get up at 6:30 on a Saturday so do your best." Everyone moves from their seats and move to different places in the room.
"Norie?" In an instant Zayn is in front of me smiling. "I almost forgot your name." He laughs. The bruises on his face are less noticable under his olive skin, but his cheeks are still discolored.
"It's okay. I only met you yesterday. I don't expect you to remember."
"I didn't know you had this class." I squint at him.
"Been here all year."
"I would of noticed you." He's a flirter. He kneels down and puts the camera to his face. "How are you?"
"Tramatized." I still can't stop replaying the fight, Harry's sexual encouter, and Alex's strange behavior. How can so much craziness go on in one night?
"I'm really sorry about that. I just-"
"No need to discuss it." I really don't want to talk about it, at all. I capture a picture and move around Zayn as he stands.
"Is he okay?" He swallows. "You know Harry?"
"Why are you concerned about Harry? I thought you hated him."
"I don't hate him. It's-you wouldn't understand."
"Well, if you don't hate him do you usually punch people you like?" Ever since Harry got here nothing makes since anymore.
"It's not like that."
"He told me what happened." He turns the color draining from his face.
"He did?"
"Yeah-" I say slowly. "He had sex with your sister."
"Oh-" He breath. The color seeps back but he looks tense.
"What, did he lie?"
"No." He simply says. The bell rings and we line up to drop off our camera SD cards for our final grade.
"I look forward to seeing yours especially, Ms. Barrgan." Mr. Drummond smiles. Zayn curls his lip up and walks away.
"Okay."
"What?"
"He obivously wants you."
"He's a profesor, Zayn. He's well established and he would never go for a student that's sick."
"Okay." He protest. "What's your next class?"
"American Literature." He nods.
"You wanna go to lunch?"
"With you?"
"Yeah." I don't know. Zayn is part of the same social cirlce with Alex and right now I want nothing to do with any of that, it's like a pleague.
"Think about it." He says as he's pulled into a group of people.
Throughout my next three classes I can't help but think about Harry and Alex and where the hell is Emma?! We have World Religion together and she is no where to be found. Harry's theory is starting to deminish and I'm growing worried again.Something is seriously wrong.
She would never do this. I mean not without calling or texting me. Texting, Ugh, I forgot to turn my phone back on after I shut it off last hour. After a few moments the dinging of the notifications start.
3 text. 1 voicemail. No Emma.
Harry: Hey, I'm picking you up for lunch don't make plans.
Harry: I'm in the parking lot.
Lou: Hey, call me tonight. Got something to tell you.
My voicemail is from my mother. I decide to call her as I make my way out to the campus parking lot.
"Norie dear?"
"Mother? You called?"
"I want you to come out to the house this weekend. Is that alright?" Why is she asking me if it's okay, of course it is. I would love to get out of the house!
"Yes, I'll be there tomorrow? Or do you want me home today?"
"Tomorrow eviening would be fine."
"Okay. I'll see you then?"
"Bye, Norie. I love you."
"I love you too mom." I say pressing end and finally emerging outside.I see Zayn walking out of the "Art" hall with his group of friends but I don't see Harry. I look down at my phone again. 11:49.
"Norie?" Someone screams accompanying a horn. I turn and see Harry, smiling widley at me jumping. Instead of the silver BMW he's in a black Honda. "I've been here for hours."
"You just got here." I tell him crossing over to the passenger side. "I close the door, making eye contact with zayn before he looks away and continues walking with his friends. "I like the car."
"I know you do." Just five days ago I would be saying how much I hate Harry and now I'm going to lunch with him. Although I figure why be rude to him when he's just been through all of last night.
"Are you coming to school, tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow a Saturday." He says turning. "So..what are doing tonight?" Is Harry asking me out?
"I'm going to get some studying done on 'The Pearl' and then-I don't know." I say grining. "Why?"
"Can I just ask?"
"When do you just ask?"
"When can you stop being annoying?" I cross my arms and turn. Ugh he's such a douche!
"Where are you staying?" I ask changing the subject.
"In the Valley."
"How did you get enough money to stay in the Valley? There's only a bunch of stuck up people and fancy hotels . Why would you want to live there anyway?"
"Where you going to eat out with Zayn? I saw you two looking at eachother."
"Yeah, I was." I tell him. His face twist at my words. I look at the bruise on the side of his face. He must feel so betrayed that I continue to speak with him after what he did to him last night?
I text Emma as he pulls into Rev, I'm kinda sceptical about coming here because of Alex's apearance the last time. I do not want to see him again.
Where is Emma? I nibble on my fries as I contemplate where she could be. Maybe she was too sick to come to school so she stayed home. I stare down at the table going through possible places she could be. I decide to call her again ,putting my phone to my ear.
"You calling her?" He ask taking a few fries from my plate. He bites on his nail and looks toward the door.
"You've reached Emma.."
"Ugh!" I scream putting it back down on the table."Where is she?! Is she serious! What is her problem if she's out at least call or something! Don't make people worry becuase you want to decide to-ugh!" I place my hands on my forehead nad rest them on the table. Harry's hand reaches for my hand and strokes the back.
"Do you want me to take you home?" I look up at him his dark eyes and deep dimples.
"No, let's finish this." He nods and goes back to eating and then to lighten up the mood he talks about his weekend plans which sound pretty intriguing. He has changed so much in 4 years. His tattoos, his peircings, and the taste for the color black. I wonder if his heart has changed as well.
I can't think about what he was like when we were younger. He wasn't like this, he was...my Harry. Listen to me, I sound like Harry and Alex. Ugh I could puke. I look across the booth at his closed eyes and wide smile, he looks so innocent when he smiles, and those dimples!
It would be nice if we could be like we were the week of his departure but I honestly can't go through that again, I don't think I could handle it. There's something that draws me to him, even when I'm angry, or in this case , when I don't want anything to do with him. I find myself here talking casually about weekend plans over lunch. I don't know what to do with the feelings or what they truly mean?
"Norie? You alright?" I take my eyes from him trying my best to look casual. You don't like him, Norie. Get that through your dense skull!
"Yeah, I should get back to school." I have free prep hour left and then off to work at Phoenix Photography. I almost forgot I had work this week with everything that has happened. I kinda wanna go home and find Emma before I go becuase I know I'll be worried if I don't find out where she is.
Harry pays and helps me from behind the booth.
"Actually can you take me home?" I ask him as we cross the lot to his car.
"Yeah of course." I climb inside as he starts the engine and drives me back home. I call Emma but get her voicemail. When he gets to the dorms I hurry inside finding my key. The door clicks open and I find Alex standing in front of me.

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