Why love? **************ON HOLD***********************

I couldn't believe my ears when Harry said Sally was his girlfriend. They were complete opposites. Sally was self-centered and didn't care about anyone but herself. I can't believe someone would even have the audacity to hurt another human being the way Sally does. Why does she feel the need to call me names, and hurt me when I haven't done anything to harm her? She despises that I exist, but doesn't know the first thing about me. Harry was kind, concerned, and one of the only people nice to me. Harry was the only aspect in my life that wasn't horrible. Every time I thought of him, the image was pure, but now that image has been tainted by Sally, just like everything else. Sally is a walking bomb, who destroys everything and anyone she doesn't like.

Harry gave me a perplexed stare, as I sat there in awe at the information just told to me.
I realized I probably looked weird staring out into space so I decided to respond. "Wow, I didn't know that. Cool."

"Yeah," he replied.

The situation got quite awkward after that, and we just there in utter silence.

"Are you gonna sit there the whole lunch period?" I asked him. After all that's gone on today, I just wanted to be alone. I had grown accustomed to being solitary, and having this unknown, alien presence didn't feel right.

"Do you not want me to?" He asked crestfallen, disappointed look on his face.

"I'm usually alone," I started, my voice trailing off towards the end.

"Why's that?" he asks. After he asks, it feels like everything around me stopped and I couldn't breathe. I don't know how he doesn't know about the bullying, the name-calling, the kicking, the punching, but I don't want him to know. I begin frantically looking for an escape. "Lori, are you okay?" he questions. I suddenly jump out of the lunchroom seat and run straight for the doors. "Lori!" Harry calls after me and soon after I hear his footsteps behind me. "Lori what the hell? Stop!"

I quickly turn the corner and ducked into the restroom. Afterwards, I hear Harry's footsteps pass the door. Once I'm sure he's not around I sneak out of the bathroom ad head out of the school to avoid seeing Harry later on. I make the walk home and discovered that my mother wasn't in the house, so I was instantly happier. I then went straight up to my room to take a nap.

***

I couldn't have been asleep for more than an hour or two when the constant ringing of the doorbell woke me up. I grumpily dragged myself from the bed, so I could murder whoever was ringing that doorbell. When I opened the door I saw the last person I expected.

“Mr. Tomlinson, what are you doing at my house?”

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