Ruining Me~On Hold

Jan's P.O.V
Third period is a study period, and I pass the hour hiding out in the library. When the bell finally rings for lunch, I'm surprised that so much of the day has passed. Although the Georgia heat is enough to keep anyone inside, the sunshine lures me to a seat outside. Most everyone respects that I like to keep to myself. Only a few dare to attempt a conversation with me, and usually, my one word answers are enough to deter them. I hear whispers of "stuck-up" and "what a bitch". I should be used to it by now, but it still stings. I catch myself smiling when someone smiles at me. After all, it's hard to go from the school sweetheart, to well, whatever I am now. I take a seat, and delve into my books.

Looking up, I notice Harry staring at me. His eyes are the perfect shade of green. Sighing, I remember a time when I could look into those eyes for hours and see my future for miles and miles. Now, I'm not so sure what I would see.

Harry had the perfect girlfriend, and in a moment, she was gone. He tried for weeks to talk to me, and he even camped outside my bedroom window. I thought my dad was going to kill him when he pitched his Boy Scout tent on the lawn. I finally told him there was someone else, and that was the end. If I had known it was that easy, I would have lied earlier. Well, really, it wasn't a lie.

Glancing back at my book, I see a pair of black Nike shoes step next to me. I look up and have to shield my eyes from the sun to see Harry glaring down. It's hard to look into those eyes that I used to dream about, so I look away, unable to bear it. He must've stepped in front of the sun's ray because I can't feel them on my face anymore

"What can I do for you, Harry?"

My voice sounds breathy, and my eyes shift back to him. He still does this to me. My body begins to slightly shake from nerves, and I can't help but to still want him. In that second, I remember every moment. My mind races to our first kiss in the seventh grade. It was beautifully innocent.

"How was your summer, Jay?" His voice sounded so angry. It startles me for a second, but he continues to speak. "Lucas says he saw you downtown at O'Conner's a couple of times. Guess you were giving that fake ID a workout, huh?"

Lucas is Harry's older breath who attends the local college. I still talk to Lucas when I see him, but we never discuss Harry. He slowly lowers his body down to look me in the eyes. "Are you too good to hang out without us kiddies?" I don't think he realizes that his words are weapons, and each one cut me deep enough to bleed.

"Wow, Harry! I didn't know you missed me so much. I figured you were too busy screwing Stacie all summer." I say sarcastically. I couldn't help myself. I'm hemorrhaging from the inside out. The people I do associate with like to gossip, and I had already heard this tidbit of information through the grapevine. As soon as I say it, I wish I hadn't. I still case. Harry's cheeks redden, and he leans in closer.

"Anytime you want that to be you, just let me know." He then stands up and walks away. There was a time that I prayed for that to happen and to be that girl, but that time has passed.
Before I know it, school is over, and I'm walking out to my car thinking about my last couple of classes. I ended up in another class with Niall, and fortunately for me, he just shook his head and let me be. Fifth period was art, and both Liam and Monica were in it. The teacher, Miss Rob, talked about our goals for the year, so no on had a chance to talk. Last period was P.E., and just my luck, I ended up in class with Harry. We didn't speak.

With my thoughts on everything that happened today, I almost miss the piece of paper caught underneath my black ford Mustang's windshield wiper. I know what it is before I even read it. Damn. I was really hoping this would be the year he quit sending them. I yank it off and wad it into my hand. I ignored his little attempts to get my attention last year, and I prayed this year he would give me a freaking break. Apparently, that's not going to happen. My mind knows I should just throw it away, but I open it anyways.

I can't stop thinking about you

He's smart. The notes are typed. There is no way to trace their origin even if I wanted to. Ripping it up and tossing it to the ground, I get in my car and drive away.

Notes

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