Temptation

Chapter 41

"What the hell is going on here?" A loud deep voice yells from down the hall. A nerdy looking girl with big glasses and overalls walks quickly with the principal right by her side. "Everyone get to class." He orders and they all scatter their separate ways.

I look over to my right and see Tiffy still leaning against a blue locker, a smile still on her face. She gives me a slight wave before turning the hall. I hate her.

"Styles, Edwards," he points his finger at us and waves us to walk closer. He goes to walk down the hall expecting us to follow but harry holds me put. I look down at the floor and Notice the boy has left.

"Fuck you," Harry spits.

My eyes widen at the way Harry is speaking to the principal. I nudge his side and hope that mr, Brown hasn't heard Harry's rude remark.

My hope disappears when I see him stop I his tracks and slowly turn around. "Excuse me?" His expression shows that he's not shocked at the way Harry is speaking.

"I said," Harry begins.

"Harry, stop." I say through gritted teeth but he ignores me.

"I said fuck you." He repeats. "Fuck you, fuck this school, fuck the staff and fuck the god dammed students."

I don't know what to do.

I can't form words to speak.

Harry's eyes are glaring only into the principals, meaning every word that he has just said. The principal puts his head down and slowly makes his way towards us again.

I've never been in such a situation before. My heart beats fast and I'm scared of the consequence that will face us in the end of the day.

When mr. Brown takes his final step towards us his eyes look back and forth between Harry and I.

"Get to my office. The both of you."

I sigh loudly and start to walk towards the principal who is already making his way down the hall. I wipe the already dried tears and pick my bag off the floor. Before I can brush past harry he grabs my arm and walks towards the door.

The outside doors swing open, hot air flashing towards us again.

"Harry, stop we have to go back inside." I try to shake my arm away from him but it's useless.

He ignores my request and continues to walk towards the parking lot. His heavy breathing and dark eyes are still on display and it's starting to get to me. I still don't know of the things that Harry is capable of doing.

'I'll fucking kill you.' A flashback of Harry's words repeat through my mind over and over again until we reach the car. He opens up the door and places me inside before slamming it shut and getting into the other side, starting the engine and pulling out of the school.

I know I have a feeling of protectiveness when I'm around me but sometimes I can't hide the feelings of fear that come crashing down at moments like this.

I'm not sure if he would actually have the audacity to kill someone but by the looks of what just happened I would doubt it. The crowd was just standing around, not helping or anything. They were either too scared to step door next to Harry or too excited to make sure they get it on tape to watch over and over whenever they can.

Harry's speeding down the road pulls me out of my thoughts. His hands are gripped right on the steering wheel, making his knuckles turn white.

"Harry, slow down." He snaps his head towards me and quickly puts it back onto the road and realizes that he is in fact going nearly twenty over the speed limit.

His jaw is still and his breathing is still rigid. I'm unsure if I should speak up or give him a second to calm down.

Maybe I should just go home. Maybe I should just go home and tell my mother everything before the school even gets the chance to call her.

I'm sure they've already called the house, but she won't be able to get the message because she is at work until late tonight.

"Can we go to my house?" I ask and he doesn't look at me. He nods slowly and I nod back even though he can't see me.

Im trying not to cry. The pictures and the laughing still echo and flash every couple seconds.

I know Tiffy was evil, but I didn't know she was this evil. I didn't think she actually had it in her to ruin my social life is such a horrific way.

It's sad to think that those people in school won't believe my side of the story. But believe the 'proof' that the picture holds. The pictures plastered all over the halls and onto lockers made it clear that everyone got a good glance. I'm sure even some of them took a couple for a memory or something.

The rest of the car ride is in silence. I'd take a couple glances over at Harry but his straight face shows no emotion for me to read.

We arrive at the end of my driveway and the tension builds. I'm not sure if he's angry at me; he isn't talking but I can't tell if it's because he's trying to figure out what to say or if it's because I made the stupid decision to even agree to go upstairs with that creep at the party.

I open the front door and we both walk in. I place my back one he sofa and he takes a seat and rests his arm on back on the couch. His clothes are wrinkles and his lip is slightly busted open from the punch he received from the goth looking guy at school.

I sit down next to him and take a deep breath.

"I want to tell my mother."

(Sorry if this is a little boring but I will be updating again tomorrow!

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