Risk

Chapter 2

"I-I-I'm Blake" I try spitting out almost collapsing.

"Oh. You're the new girl from America." he says with smile.

"Yep th-" I get interrupted when the bell rings. I sigh and so does he.

"Yeah and this new girl has to get to class so would you excuse us." Claira says sternly starring Harry down. He scoffs as Claira grabs my arms and starts pulling me away. I feel someone tug me back, here I go again almost falling. I look up and Harrys hand is tightly gripping my wrist.

"See you around?"

"u-u-uh yeah." I barley spit out. He winks at me as he walks back over to his lads. I turn and face Claira.

"Stay away from him." she says scowling at me.

"B-B-but he's s-so beautiful." I'm definitely not planning on staying away unless there's a damn good reason I should.

"Harry's not a good kid Blake. He's broken far to many hearts, and body parts." my eyes widen at the last part. "Just please stay away from him Blake, he's dangerous."

"I'll try." I say smirking at her. She shakes her head as we enter our class. We sit next to each other like we did in every class. And we begin small chatting about our family's.

"Hi Blake." I deep familiar accent says. I turn to see who it is.

Harry.
I lock my eyes with his once again.

"H-Hi Harry." I sputter out. I turn away when I feel my cheeks fire up. I look at Claria with wide eyes. She laughs and turns her attention towards the teacher. I do the same.

Throughout the entire class Harry won't take his eyes off of me. I refuse to look at him, but I feel really intimidated. I don't know what to do. Do I tell him it's not polite to stare as a joke or will he take it to seriously, because that could be bad and I don't want five lads after me. Ugh I need to stop over thinking things and just do it. Then the bell rings. I let out a sigh of relief knowing I won't be pierced with those eyes, hoping he's not in my next class.

"Harry, did you know it's not polite to stare." I say with a little attitude catching Harry off guard.

"S-sorry, but I can't help myself." woah my eyes go wide and my cheeks fire up once again. I laugh and turn towards the door. Me and Claria walk out and proceed to our next class.

I'm sitting in my car waiting for Ryan to come out when I see Harry walking towards my car. Shit shit shit. I quickly look down at my phone to text Claira. I hear a tapping sound on my window and look up. It's Harry with that adorable smirk on his face, Jesus why does the world hate me. I roll down my window.

"Hey Blake!" Harry says with a bright expression. I don't understand what can be so bad about him, other than his tattoos, which don't define a person.

"Hi Harry." I say with a weak smile my heart is beating a million times a minute.

"So how do you like it here."

"It's a lot nicer here and I actually have some friends." I'm so dumb now I sound like a loser oh Jesus here I go. Thank god Harry just laughs it off.

"May I have your number?" Harry asks like a gentlemen it takes me back a bit. He's looks so bad but he's so innocent. At least that's what I think so far.

"U-u-uh sure." I say handing Harry my phone as he hands his to me. I've just met him and now we have each other's numbers. Claira did tell me to stay away but, well I just can't help myself around Harry. I type my number in and hand the phone back to Harry. I see Ryan out of the corner of my eye, climb into the passenger side. I look over at him and he's eyeing Harry intensely.