Bored I walk in my last class today. English. My average is a B+ so I do not pay attention. 2nd bell echoes through the corridor so I quicken my pace towards the local. The mathematics teacher had to go and again talk to me about my low points. Math just do not interest me. Finally I arrive at room 130, on the top floor of our school. If I already in place is open every door. Including Harry. A shock went through me when I see that he has not established in its place.
"Emma. You're late," Mrs. Dommers sends me an irritated look, but my high figure they will not send me. My eyes dart to my place, where I go walking with knees. Harry has moved deliberately. His dark eyes look amused at mine. I let my bag slowly to the ground and push the seat back, which breaks the silence in the classroom. The cold seat makes me shudder even more.
"What fun that you will accompany me" The hoarse, raspige voice whispers menacingly into my ear. I stiffend by his warm breath. The smell of peppermint and cologne meets me. The worst thing is that it just smells good, extremely good Not the foul odor that most adolescent boys with them. No, the smell of sweat, perfume, peppermint and a faint air of cigarettes. The perfect combination of what your senses on edge and makes you long for Harry. I fish fast my English writing and book from my class and save them open at the right page. I look at the drawings in my notebook as a distraction. The rapid hand Harry grabs my notebook away and there are shopping vlugjes through.
"Harry" I his angrily.The first time I got a reply from Harry. His head turns slowly toward me and his fingers clamp tighter to the script. The rings around his middle fingers begin to sit pretty tight if he bends so. His eyebrows frown angrily towards each other and his gaze darkens. The writing is beaten slid open in front of me and I see the drawings I made last week. I was full of anger and drew Harry in different ways. Only the nice turn is out that Harry is murdered in different ways. I swallow the lump in my throat.
"I think it's not going to work as English partners for the rest of the year, if you want to kill me," he hisses furiously in my ear. His hand slides down my thigh, where his nails in turn. Luckily I put Some jeans on today, which his nails a little restraint.
"Harry stop" Beep me. He shakes his head and clasps his fingers even harder in my leg. In response to the shooting hurt my hand in his, and grabs him tightly. I try to pull fingers from the fabric, while Harry's breath still stroking my face.
"Babe, I'll see you after school" Harry whispers in my ear and runs his other hand through my hair, which he deliberately gives a gentle tug. I bite my lip to hold back tears.
"I would as well learn to be allowed and do not wish me dead to me. After all, we have to do a project together for the rest of the year. But did you miss because you once again was too late, slut" Sist he equally. He leans back again and pretends to take notes. Ms. Dommers glances in our direction, but we seem to be neat to work. No one would ever have found out how Harry use me


I know this story is boring in the beginning, but it will be better!

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