Collision

My eyes snap open to the annoying sound of my alarm clock and I lie there, waiting for my mind to process that it's time to get up. Instead of moving to get ready, I roll over and cover my head with the covers.

I have no idea what I'm going to do today. I dodged the first bullet by telling Harry that I already had a ride this morning but I'm still going to see him at school. Surely he's going to try to talk to me and even though my father won't be there, he'll know somehow. I'm just going to have to see how the day goes.

Realizing that I need to get moving, I groan and drag myself out of bed to the bathroom. After finishing my morning routine, I walk downstairs and stop by the kitchen for a quick breakfast. Thankfully my parents aren't in here, I don't think I could stand to talk to either one of them at the moment.

I grab my mother's car keys since she doesn't have to work today and head quickly out of the door.

It's still early when I make it to school so I sit in my car for a few minutes, running over what I'm going to do today. I don't see him in Chemistry, I can probably switch seats with someone in French, and I don't sit with him at lunch. The only problem I have is in the hallways and in Statistics. I can try to move around without him seeing me but we're bound to run into each other since our classes are nearby. Also, since Harry and I are partnered almost every day, Statistics will be the worst of all. Maybe I can get by, by saying little to nothing to him.

Once I've worked everything out, I hop out of my car and hurry inside. There aren't many people so I walk around the halls until the bell that calls us to class rings.

"You okay?" Anna notices my sour look immediately upon me walking into Chemistry. I try to smile but I don't have the energy to.

"Yea, just a little tired." I close my eyes. I am tired, extremely tired. But I'm tired from more than having a lack of sleep.

"Don't forget about the party next weekend." She reminds me. I open one of my eyes and nod at her. I doubt I'll be going.

Chemistry ends much quicker than I like and my feet are slow walking to French. I linger by my locker until the class has filled up, praying that someone took my seat. When I walk in the door, I breathe a sigh of relief at the sight of a blonde girl sitting next to Harry. Harry looks up when I enter, then frowns when I take one of the seats at the front of class.

This isn't so bad, I think. I go about doing my work as I do everyday, minus Harry, and by the end of the class period it feels as if nothing is wrong.

Except when I get up to leave I bump into Harry, making both of us stop. He opens his mouth to say something but I hurry out of class and towards the lunchroom.

Lunch proceeds, soon followed by History, and finally Statistics. I take my regular seat since the others are filled and stare ahead, not daring to look at Harry. I can feel his eyes on me, I know he's looking at me, throughout the period. We're dismissed to work on a set of problems and I bury myself in my work.

"Jess." Harry whispers. I sneak a glance at him out of the corner of his eye and see he's completely given up on his work, focusing on me.

"Jess." He repeats, this time louder. Don't say a word.

"What the hell did I do?" He scoots closer, putting his hands on my notebook. I snatch my work out from under his hands and stand up abruptly, walking towards the teacher. She checks my work and unfortunately grants me to do anything I'd like for the remainder of the period. I walk back to my desk and start collecting my things, an idea popping into my head.

"You can't ignore me forever. I know it's killing you not to talk." He tries to joke but it comes out more desperate than it does teasing. I finish putting everything in my bag and walk up to the front of the room.

"I'm sorry, Harry." I say softly, my voice so low I doubt he can hear me. But the way he looks at me as I talk to the teacher tells me he did.

"May I go to the nurse? I'm not feeling well." I ask her.

"Of course. Let me get you your homework before you go." She searches through her stacks of paper before handing me a packet of problems. Normally I'd complain about having this much work but I welcome the distraction that helps me forget about what's going on in my life.

"I hope you feel better!" The teacher calls after me as I leave the room. Instead of going to the nurse, I walk into the student parking lot and towards my car. I hate leaving class but we only have 30 minutes left and I'm just not feeling it.

I start to drive home with the radio off but the guilt of not speaking to Harry takes over, so I jump forward and quickly turn it to some country station. The sweet sound of George Straight floats through my speakers as the ride continues.

The house is empty and I'm glad of the silence. I walk upstairs and try to start on my homework but my body says otherwise, basically forcing me into sleep. Green eyes and guilty looks haunt my dreams.

Notes

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