Trouble

Chapter 5

“Words are all we have,
we’ll be talking, we’ll be talking.
These words are all we have
we’ll be talking.”

By the end of the song I turned to see my dad smiling at me.

“You’re so good honey.” He said.

A wave of happiness washed trough me. I loved singing and whenever someone complemented me it would always mean a lot to me.

“Thanks dad.”

We reached school and I kissed my dad and my brother’s cheek and stepped out of the car.

There were a lot of people outside the school, as usual, but a group of boys caught my attention; there was like 10 of them. I saw a tall boy approaching them. Harry. He shook hands with some of them.

I turned away from them, looking in front of me; as soon as I did I heard someone shout.

“Uuuuh, look at her, she’s wearing a skirt” followed by whistles.

It wasn’t hard to understand where the shouts and whistles came from.

“Looks like she wanna have some fun”

“Showing off her chicken legs, attention whore.”

The last one made me flinch, literally.

What the hell? Who do they think they are?
As much frustrated as I was I couldn’t help but feel bad. In that moment I just wanted to disappear. Why do people have the need to point out each other’s flaws,
But what most bothered me was Harry; yesterday he was all nice and today he was making fun of me along with his friends. Maybe I just thought that he was nice.

I reached the door and walked inside of the school.

“Melissa” I heard someone shout, it was obviously him.

I just kept walking through the busy hallway until I finally spotted my friends by the end of the corridor.

“Melissa” He shouted again.

I kept ignoring him until I felt a hand grip my wrist. I turned around and looked up in his green orbs.

“Let me go,” I, to my own surprise, calmly said.
He has a worried look on his face. This boy was seriously confusing me.

“Let go” I said even quieter.

I looked away and felt his grip loosen, letting my wrist slip his hand. I turned around and walked straight to my friends.

“Hey guys”

“Hey, what was that about?” Liam said almost shocked.

My gaze fell on Eleanor looking for some help.

“We’re going to be late” Eleanor said and everyone walked in different directions, to their classes.

As we walked to our class Eleanor gave me an you’ll-have-to-explain-yourself look and I just looked down.

“So?” She whispered as we sat in our English class.

“What?” I asked innocently, trying to avoid the ‘Harry topic’.

“What was that in the hallway?” She whispered/yelled, getting inpatient.

I gave in and explained everything to her.
“Well, outside, Harry’s friends started shouting things at me. Saying that I had chicken legs and that I was an attention whore just because I’m wearing a skirt.” I looked down.