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Chapter 4

Elena and Harry walked back to the school in silence, sharing an occasional glance every now and again. Harry would often find Elena peering up at him through her thick eyelashes, her lips slightly parted. She was beautiful, he had to admit that.

They made their way up the drive; a tall figure was stood at the entrance. Elena soon recognised the figure as Chase, immediately dropping Harry’s hand. The tall figure strode over to them; Harry didn’t seem fazed by this, mainly because he towered over Chase but only by a few inches.

“Where have you been and why is my car gone, El?” Chase asked, staring intently down at the blonde. She found herself lost for words; incapable of making an excuse as to why she would give the keys of his car to a stranger she met less than 24 hours ago.

“She was with me. I took your car.” A husky voice spoke. Chase’s eyes tore away from Elena’s, now locking on Harry’s.

“You’re the new kid right? From America?” Chase asked, an amused look on his face.

“What’s it to you?” Harry growls, stepping closer to the boy.

“Well, I’ll need to know the name of the thief that took my car.” Chase spat, him and Harry now locked in an intense stare down.

Elena felt guilty. She let Harry take the car, she could have refused. Harry would get into trouble because of her reckless actions. To be fair, it was mostly Harry’s fault but he was already on rocky grounds, being transferred from America, she couldn’t let him take the blame.

“Chase it was my fau-“

“Harry Styles.” Harry interrupts her. She was a goody goody, he could tell she wouldn’t want to take the blame.

“Well, Harry. I’ll be sure to let Mrs. Greene know about this.” He smirks, walking back inside.

“I love how you don’t even question me as to why I’ve been out with your girlfriend. I could have fucked her and you don’t give two shits.” Harry calls, humour thick in his tone. Elena gulps as Chase’s fists clench. He turns round to look at his girlfriend and the curly-haired boy standing awfully close to her.

“What did you say?” He says through gritted teeth and Harry laughs.

“Don’t worry, she’s not my type.” Harry smirks, walking back to the dorm, leaving Elena speechless.

Wasn’t his type? She wasn’t his type? Was he serious? He kissed her and he was now saying that she meant nothing to him. Her thoughts were interrupted by Chase.

“Why would you give him the keys to my car?” Chase asks, looking down at Elena. She was beyond pissed with Harry.

“He forced me.” She whispers, looking up at Chase, his expression now softening.

“It’s fine now, El. You’re fine.” He pulls her into a hug, stroking her hair. They break apart and he plants a lingering kiss on her lips, it was nothing compared to Harry’s kiss. Stop. She couldn’t think like that. Harry was an arse hole who used her.

“Go to the dorm, I’m going to inform mother about this.” He says, kissing her head one last time before walking inside. Chase’s mum was the Head Mistress; Elena being head girl was mainly because of that. Sure she was smart, did all her homework and never missed a class but there were a lot of people like her. Having connections definitely helped her to get where she is now.

Elena walked to the dorm, dragging her feet along the rubble as she got to the gates. Opening them, she made her way up to the front door, sliding in the pass key and pulling it open. Everyone was in their rooms by now, it was about half 10 at night.

Walking up to her dorm room, she unlocked it and ran inside, flinging herself on the bed. She couldn’t wait for today to be over.

She got up and started to undress, realising that she still had Harry’s jacket on. She would return it tomorrow when she went over for him before school, shit. She had to see Harry tomorrow. Elena groaned, stripping down and pulling on a tank top and some pyjama shorts, ready for bed. Her head hit the pillow and she was soon asleep, her mind on the green-eyed boy.

***

BANG!

Elena woke up, startled. 00:12 the clock read. A loud noise from the halls waking her from her slumber. She jumped out of bed, slipping on her slippers before creeping over to the door and easing it open. She peers out of crack in the door to see a couple making out. Looking closer at the couple, she recognises the girl; Maggie was her name, Maggie Thompson. Elena never thought of Maggie as the type of girl that was easy but hey, things can change. She then remembered that boys weren’t allowed in the girls dorms, especially not at this time, doing whatever those two were up to.

Elena eased her way out of the door, walking over to the couple and coughing loudly. They both turned around, their lips swelled. Maggie looked worried, but Elena was too focused on the male to even acknowledge Maggie’s presence.

Harry.

Harry was sucking on some girls face in the hallway, a smirk now playing on his lips.

“Don’t mind us.” He grinned, pushing the door open to Maggie’s dorm and pulling her inside.

Elena felt sick. Jealousy panged through her chest, seeing Harry with Maggie. Tears pricked her eyes as she heard moans and cuss words coming from the room. It was obvious what they were doing and Elena felt upset, partially because of the events that had taken place just a few hours ago but mainly because she wasn’t the one who was with him in that room.

***

After about an hour the moans died down and she heard a click, signalling that someone was leaving the room. Elena hurried out of the room, swinging the door open and banging into something hard. Of course that something was Harry.

“Going somewhere?” He grinned, his hair messy and his cheeks were flustered.

“You’re not allowed in here.” She said, looking down. She didn’t want to meet his gaze.

“Whatever.” He muttered. Harry could tell she was jealous, it was obvious and Elena wasn’t good at lying. “If you want to have sex all you had to do was ask.” He smirked, looking down at her. She felt her cheeks go red, anger boiling up inside her.

“I thought I wasn’t your type!?” She snaps, making it completely obvious that she envied the girl Harry was just with.

“Neither was she.” Harry said, nonchalantly.

“So you just had sex with her anyway? You don’t even care about her?” Elena asked, her voice laced with venom. Harry just shook his head, she couldn’t believe it. He was a heartless prick and all this time she was trying to help. “You’re disgusting.” She spits, turning around and heading back into her room.

Before she can close the door, Harry’s foot is jamming it, preventing her from closing it.

“Move.” She hisses, kicking at his foot.

“I want my jacket back.” He says simply. Shit, the jacket. Elena walking into the room and retrieves the jacket for him, walking back outside and handing it to him.

“Here.” She murmurs, pushing the jacket into his chest. He chuckles and pulls her closer, then pressing his body against hers, trapping her against the wall.

“You told you’re boyfriend that I forced you to give me the keys, didn’t you?” Harry smirks down at her.

“I-I-“

“You know Elena; I never thought you were a liar.”

“I’m not, I- I didn’t mean to.” She stutters, looking up at Harry. He was the one breaking the rules, yet she was apologizing.

Harry leans down, his face now inches from hers. His breath was on her face, it smelt like peppermint and she could smell the perfume from Maggie, mixed with his aftershave. The scent intoxicated her, clogged her senses.

“You’re so sexy when you’re jealous.” He whispers whilst smirking, drawing back and walking down the hall. Leaving Elena breathless, annoyed and flustered.

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