Somewhere, Someday

69

"Who was out there?" Clair asks, straightening out the front of her dress. Her clothes, hair, and makeup were already done to perfection. It must've taken me so long to brush my teeth, because I was stopped by the devil.

"It was Macy. She kept on telling me the nastiest things Clair." After acting like I was calm and relaxed about the situation for awhile; I couldn't help but start letting the tears fall out. "What am I going to do? I'm the whore of a college! A college Clair." Clair takes me in an embrace and rubs my back to comfort me.

"No you aren't, Sarah. We can change this by finding Harry and talking to him. Macy was never a reliable person with these things, she could be lying." Clair was right, Macy could be lying right through her teeth and nobody would even know.

"I just need to breath and think." I stand still, closing my eyes and slowing my breathing. Once my heart stops beating out of my chest, I'll be able to start reacting and getting stuff done.

"I need to find Harry, Clair. And I mean this morning." Clair nods and grabs our bags. We walk out of the room arm-in-arm. I was thankful for Clair, and for her always having my back.

We start running all around campus, and looking with wandering eyes. Harry had to be here somewhere, unless he had stayed home in fear. It would make no sense for Harry to do any of this; he couldn't be that cold hearted.

"Sarah, I don't see him anywhere." Clair says, still looking around and observing everything. I wanted to spot a mop of curly, brown curls on campus more than ever today. But it felt impossible and Harry felt out of reach.

"Forget it, he's not here." I'm disappointed I won't be able to figure out what is going on, but I also didn't want to find out that it was Harry. My mind was spinning with reasons why he could've done these things to me, but I just couldn't figure it out.

"He's got to be in class. We'll catch him there Sarah." Clair's voice sounded certain and motivated. If he really did these things, I'd have to realize that he wasn't really mine. We had the world in the palms of our hands. Why did he have to start walking out of my life?

"I guess so." Clair gives me a sympathetic look. She probably doesn't even know how to handle these issues with Harry anymore. She thought we were good together, but I guess everything that's good just comes to an end.

We walk the rest of the way to class together, not paying attention to what any of the girls are saying. Ivan hear some of them talking about Harry and some converse about me. They should have better things to do, but sadly they don't and never will.

I get inside the class building and walk straight to my seat. My focus won't be here, I already knew it would be with wherever Harry was. Feeling defeated and used wasn't exactly my favorite feeling to have. Harry was somehow winning, but it wasn't in good terms.

Half of the class goes by with me not paying attention at all, until someone walks in late. My head shoots up when he walks in late, looking at confident as ever, everything on his body done to perfection. I couldn't even bear to look at him, it was burning a hole right through me.

My heart was racing when he walked right by me to get to his seat in the back row. My palms were sweaty and shaking with anxiety. Something about him being here made me feel unsafe and scared.

My hand shoots up in the air quickly, without even knowing what I wanted to ask Mr. Hardy. "Yes, Miss. Montgomery?" Mr. Hardy faces me and furrows his eyebrows. He knows I haven't been paying attention at all anyways.