Broken

Chapter 17

I leaned my head to the side, examining Autumn sitting on the other side of the classroom. She was sat next to Landon, a boy she had met two nights ago. She turned around and gave me a thumbs up, sending a cheesy grin my way. I smiled at her and mouthed, 'Go get him." Rolling her eyes playfully she turned back to Landon, leaning into him slightly. He responded by wrapping an arm around her slender shoulder. I sighed, it was so easy for people to date. Not for me of course, especially when you liked someone like Harry. I thought back to him drunkenly telling me he liked me. Had he been lying?

We had a cover professor, Mrs. Penny, and she didn’t seem to mind that no one was doing any work. I sighed, tapping my pen against the desk in boredom. I hadn’t seen Harry since Saturday night, when he had left with Olly to go to Olly’s room. It was now a bleak Wednesday morning and I was wondering what I was going to do for the holidays that were approaching. This Friday to be exact. We had a two week break in which students were expected to go home. I didn’t have a home, so I would probably be staying here.

Turning my attention to where Harry was usually sat, I realised his and Olly’s seat was empty. It wasn’t like Olly to be late. I frowned, wondering where they were.

As if on cue, both of the two walked in, and Olly was looking very grim. He had a faint bruise on his jaw and Harry also looked extremely pissed off. I thought back to the night where Harry had come into my room and taken my razors, and the bruise he had bared. There was so much I didn’t know about Harry and it was agitating.

Olly went and walked up to Mrs. Penny, his eyes downcast. Harry, however, scanned the room. His eyes fell on me and he raised his eyebrows. I gave him a small smile and he walked over to his friends, who happened to be sitting right in front of me. There was a seat next to one of his friends and I expected him to take it, but, after a brief exchange with his friends he moved down to the seat next to me and took it.

A copper smell hit my senses and I glanced at Harry.

“What?” He asked, examining me.

“You smell like blood, what happened?” I muttered, keeping my eyes on Olly. He brought a hand to his head and left the class warily.

“You really wanna know?" He asked.

"Yes."

Nicholas.”

“Who is he?” I asked, thinking about our encounter the other night.

“That is none of your business.”

“Why won't you tell me?" I asked, a frown on my face.

"Because it is none of your fucking business."

I breathed in sharply at his words, but I breathed in to calm myself. "Where’s Olly going?” I asked, finally bringing my gaze to Harry.

He shrugged, trying to pull off a nonchalant look, but even someone who had never spoken to Harry would’ve known he was worried. “He has a headache. He got fucked up.”

I looked at Harry, trying to look for any wounds on him. “I wasn’t hurt,” he said stiffly, realising I was practically scouring him for bruises.

I shrugged, and stayed quiet.

“Are you okay?” He asked me, and I looked at him strangely.

“I’m fine. Why…?” I was confused, it was a weird question to ask.

“Do you want to talk?” He asked.

“Again, why?”

“You seemed upset on Saturday,” he murmured, his eyes scanning my face.