Trouble

Chapter 18

“I’m serious Harry.” I said and his expression turned into a more serious one after he stopped laughing.

“Okay, ask away.” He said, making himself comfortable of the chair.

“First of all, why would someone hurt Anne?” I asked the question that bothered me the most. “She seems to be so nice.”

“Before she started to hang out with us, she was friends with Melody.” He sighed, “They would treat her like shit really. They made fun of her and made her do everything for them. But she just didn’t understand that she deserved better so she stayed with them.”

I could tell that he hated the way Anne was treated, and I understood him perfectly. She was that kind of people that tried to see good in everything, even if it wasn’t there. 

“Once, Jesy and Cara found her crying and she was feeling so down that she told them everything. They played a prank on her; she liked a guy and they texted her pretending to be him and arranged a meeting and when she got to the place they were there laughing at her.” He seemed angry by this point, “I swear that they have no limits, they don’t know when to stop.”

I just nodded, showing him that I understood the way he felt about it.

“She started to hang out with us, and eventually became part of our group. Of course Melody couldn’t stand seeing Anne happy so she started to bully her. I think it’s because she’s jealous that Anne has people who care for her, while Melody’s friends only hang out with her to be popular.” He finished the explanation.

“Why can’t she just leave Anne alone?” I asked a bit angry.

“Because she’s a bi.tch.” He said and I nodded.

“Okay, now who’s Jake?”

“You know the guy with black hair from our group?”

I thought for a second, and the image of the intimidating black-haired guy appeared in my head.

“Yeah, the scariest one.” I blurted out, “after you obviously” I joked.

To my surprise he didn’t seem to get the joke because his expression remained serious.

“Are you… afraid of me?” He suddenly asked, now looking straight into my eyes.

“What?” I asked, hoping that I misheard.

“Are you afraid of me, Melissa?”

“No, of course not!” I reached across the table, taking his hand in mine.

His featured seemed to soften, his hand giving mine a little squeeze.

I decided that changing the topic back to Jake would be the best thing to do.

“So Jake is the black-haired guy?”

“Yes. He’s kind of Anne’s boyfriend.” He answered still holding my hand.

“Kind of?” I asked confused. I mean, they are either dating or not, right?

“He hadn’t officially asked her out yet, but they can basically be considered as a couple.”  He explained.

“Reminds me of someone.” I mumbled under my breath.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I smiled. Letting go of his hand I opened the pencil case taking out a pen and opened my notebook, to start taking notes for the project.

“What, no more questions Sherlock?” He asked, leaning a bit forward on the desk placing his chin on his folded hands.

I thought of the questions that I was planning to ask but Harry seemed to answer all of them. Apart from one, that I wasn’t sure if I should ask or not.