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Today, surprisingly, I got to school early again despite my lack of a full night’s sleep. I had fallen into a deep, peaceful sleep to the sound of Harry’s voice.

Yes, we talked until I fell asleep. If you asked me what he was talking about when I fell asleep, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I was only concentrating on the comforting sound of his low voice that eventually put me to sleep like a baby’s favourite lullaby.

I came into the building early as well to get some things from my locker before the hallways got too crowded and hectic.

As I was pulling out a textbook someone wrapped their arms around my waist. I went with my first instinct and jabbed my elbow into their stomach and then squirmed in their grasp.

“Relax, it’s just me,” a familiar voice said as they released me.

“That hurt,” I said rubbing my elbow as I spun round to face Harry with a pouty face.

He chuckled, “You probably shouldn’t do that again.”

I rolled my eyes at him, “What are you doing anyway? I thought we were keeping this a secret?”

“We are; I just came to tell you that you should ask to use the bathroom at eleven forty-five and meet me in room 232 on the east wing.”

“I might be able to do that,” I said with a smile and held onto his hand, “Just don’t miss me too much.” I let go of his hand and he shook his head at me.

Just then the hallways started to fill up, so Harry walked away without even saying anything and I went on acting like a normal girl. It’s ironic since I’m not even close to normal with the things that have happened to me.

I concentrated on getting the things I needed for my first couple classes and shut my locker. When I did so, I just about jumped out of my skin at the sight before me.

“What do you want?” I hissed.

“Revenge,” Jason said simply as he pinned me against the lockers.

“Get off of me,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Your little dickhead of a boyfriend did this to me,” he said angrily as he motioned at his swollen eye. “I think I’ll do the same to him. Or even better, I’ll do something to you, his bitch.”

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