Collision

"Class dismissed," the teacher says as the bell rings and the class jumps up. I gather my stuff and wait for Harry to get his bag before walking out into the hallway. After stopping by my locker, we head outside towards his car.

"I just need to get something from my car. I'll meet you over there." I tell him and he nods. I make my way through the parking lot towards my car and quietly unlock the doors. Grabbing my purse, I lock the car and walk back over to where Harry is waiting on me. Just as I round the car beside his, someone bumps my shoulder and stops me from walking.

"Sorry, Jess." Cameron says and bends down to retrieve my books that tumbled out of my hands. I lean down to help him but he's already gotten everything, handing them over to me.

I stand there for a few more seconds before realizing that he needs something.

"Oh, sorry." I flush with embarrassment when I realize that this is his car. He smiles warmly and moves past me to unlock his doors. I move out of the way so he can back up and wait until he's fully gone before walking over to Harry.

"What was that all about?" Harry asks me and pushes himself up from the car. I'm shocked when he opens the passenger side door for me, waiting for me to get in before closing it. I wait silently in the cold of his car to continue our conversation.

"You don't like Cameron?" I ask him as he slides into his seat. This is so weird, him driving me home like it's something we do usually, not just a one time thing.

"No, he's a prick." Harry says flatly.

I roll my eyes at his comment. "He's not a prick. He's actually quite nice." I defend my friend. From what I've seen Cameron is very kind and tends to himself. I don't know why Harry wouldn't like him.

"He just wants to get in your pants." He counters.

"Isn't that what all guys want?" I look at him.

He shrugs and looks out the window, almost seeming uncomfortable from my gaze. "Fair enough." He says and starts the car.

Almost five minutes later we stop at my house and the car shuts off. Harry follows me up to the front steps and waits patiently as I retrieve my keys from my purse. We walk inside once the door's unlocked and walk up to my room. I hear my parents but that doesn't mean that they aren't here.

I sigh in relief once we get into my room and quietly close the door. Harry lays his textbook and notes on the bed, sitting beside them and waiting for me. I walk past him towards my drawer and pull out a blue Nike shirt and sweatpants.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks when I shut my drawer. I walk across the room and open the bathroom door.

"I need to change." I respond without looking at him. I shut the door and quickly change into the clothes that I got out. Taking my brush, I quickly brush through the tangles that have appeared and pin the tendrils of hair beside my face in the back of my head.

I emerge from the bathroom after I finish and sit beside Harry on the bed. A strange feeling over takes me as I realize that we're in my room, alone.

"Here," I'm pulled from my thoughts when Harry hands me a sheet of paper with many phrases on them. "Read these." I shake my head from my previous thoughts before obliging to his request, carefully reading what he has written down. Much to my surprise, I get most of them right.

"That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." Harry jokes and I push his shoulder. He grins as he puts his notes back in his folder and opens his French textbook.

"How did you get so good at speaking French?" I ask him when he's silent. He looks up at me, his green eyes pouring into mine, and suddenly regret my question.

"My dad lived in France for a bit when I was younger. I spent the summer with him one year." He explains. I wonder how many qualities Harry and him share, even though I have never met his father. I want to ask him where he is now but that might be too personal.

"I love France." I admit and smile at the memory of spending three years there. France was beautiful and I made most of my friends there. But like any other place, we were forced to leave because of my father's job.

"What?" I ask when I notice him staring at me.

"Nothing." He says and blows me off. He directs his attention back to the book and doesn't speak about anything personal again until we finish.

"Thank God," Harry says once we finish. He stands up and stretches his arms before walking around my room. I put all of the notes that I took up and straighten the small wrinkles that we made in my bed.

"Who's this?" Harry points to a picture, the same picture that Anna noticed a few days ago. I stand up and join him beside my desk, staring at the picture beside him.

"'My brother." I say with sadness in my voice. I haven't seen him in almost a year, I have no idea where he's at or if he's alright.

"Where is he?" He asks.

"I don't know," I say, "But he's in the military. The last time I heard from him was at Christmas." I look at the picture of us on the boat when we were in Spain before turning away before the tears surface.

"I can't believe it's already six." I say and look at the clock beside my bed. Studying with Harry has taken longer than I expected.

"Thank you for helping me." I tell him. He walks a bit closer, almost to where our noses are touching, and my hands start shaking. He's close, too close.

"It was my pleasure, Jess." he winks. His striking green eyes blaze and I look at my feet to avoid their gaze.

"My parents will be home soon." I squeak when he moves closer. I have no idea what he's trying to do but there is a strong part of me that tells me to run.

"I only need a minute." He says, his voice thick as velvet.

I start to ask him what he means but I'm surprised when his lips crash onto mine, making me forget about what I was going to say.

Notes

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