"Alright. We're here," Harry half groaned half signed as he parked his car. He began to unbuckle his seat belt and open his door.
"What are you doing?" I snapped, a little too harshly.
"Well--I was going to walk you to your room," he stuttered, and he sounded a little hurt.
"I'm quite capable to walk myself to my room," I spat and opened the door and rushed out of the parking lot. I was fighting back the tears that were burning in my eyes.
"Katie!" Harry called from behind me. I heard a car door slam and I knew he was running after me. I was finally thankful for the countless hours I spent at track practice over the past few years at high school. I began running down the street, attempting to out run Harry and make it inside the lobby of the dorm building. The last thing I wanted was for Harry to see me cry for yet another time. "Katie stop!" his low but loud tone echoing along the brick buildings.
I didn't stop. I ran harder. I never remembered the distance from the parking lot to the dorms being this long, but with each step I took it seemed as if the buildings got further away.
I nearly made it to the door of the dorm building, but unluckily for me, Harry managed to catch up to me.
"Kate, please," he shouted and grabbed my arm. I could hear the desperation in his harsh voice, but I didn't want to be near him. I didn't know what the hell the 'plan' that Kyle mentioned was, but considering the fact that Harry didn't tell me what it was lead me to believe that it was something that I wasn't going to want to hear, something that was going to quite possibly break my already shattered heart.
"Will you just wait?" Harry calmly said, a little out of breath from chasing after me.
"I really don't want to hear what you have to say, this was a bad idea," I sobbed shaking my head, still trying to hold the tears in my eyes.
The stern expression on Harry's face broke. "What was a bad idea?" he basically whispered.
"This," I said gesturing my hands back and forth between him and I. "All of this, you and me. I just met you and I thought that you," I hiccupped; knowing that if I continued on the tears would pour from my eyes.
"You what? You thought that I what, babe?" Any anger he had towards me vanished from his face, being replaced by worry, his eyes were pleading for me to continue, but I didn't know if I could. I wanted to tell him that I thought he was different, that I thought he could actually love me. And not just love me for a few weeks, maybe even a few months, and then move on. But I thought he could really love me. Love me the way I deserved. I also thought that he wouldn't hurt me like Jason did. But the thing was, he could never hurt me in the same ways that Jason had. Sure Harry hurt my feelings by lying to me and hiding things from me, but Jason physically hurt me. Jason smacked me, punched me, yelled at me, and scared me. I knew that Harry would never be like that. I didn't want to finish what I was going to say to him, because it wasn't even close to the truth. I didn't know why I had even thought about saying that to him. I guess I knew that it would hurt him because I knew that he hated Jason. If he thought that I could compare him to Jason he would be way pissed off. But Harry wasn't anywhere near Jason. He was much better.
"Just forget it," I groaned and turned towards the door to enter the dorm.
I stopped dead in my tracks. "Oh you've got to be kidding me!" I cried, unable to stop the tears now.
"Look who we have here," the disgusting sound of Jason's voice walking toward me played in my ears. He must have been hiding in the alcove of the doorway because neither Harry nor I saw him before this moment.
