Scarlett Red

There were two things I knew of for certain:
1. This school was not a normal school
2. I wasn't making it out without sacrificing something.
What I didn't know, though, was who would get me to that point.
All I had was Harry. Was that enough?
*Harry's NOT famous in this*

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7. Shaking

I left the school in a hurry, walking to my car. I sat in there, contemplating either walking back in or just sit there until it was the right time. Sure, there were plenty of perks to just going back. I could be learning and stuff. But what got me was knowing I was claimed. Mark was right about one thing: I’m not claimable. Harry can’t claim me. Surely I would talk to him about it soon, if Mark didn’t get to me first. But not yet; I didn’t need to get Harry worked up over what could be nothing. Maybe he just did it to protect me. But who knew, right?


Right.


I put the car in drive and pulled out. There was no way I was staying here. My destination was Harry’s house, even though I shouldn’t have been there for an hour. I didn’t know what I was going to do. Maybe I could sit in his driveway for three hours. No that’s boring. When I pulled onto Harry’s street I turned around in a random driveway. I don’t guess there was any reason to sit for hours. 


I pulled into my driveway and got out, going into the house. Marie wouldn’t be home for at least two hours, which gave me time to freshen up and get back out. I went in and sat in the kitchen, ready to look over my work. The homework sat there, untouched, for maybe an hour. There was no way of finishing it. In a fit of frustration I pushed it away and abruptly left to Harry’s house.


“I wasn’t expecting you here for another hour,” he yawned, stepping aside to let me in.


“You forgot I was suppose to come,” I corrected. All he could do was nod in agreement.


“Sorry about that,” he apologized. He led me back to the kitchen, where his mother was working on some food.


“Hello, Cassidy,” Rayne greeted, stepping away from the hot stove to come to me. She embraced me in a tight hug. “We weren’t expecting you for a couple of hours. I was gonna fix up something nice for you, but…” she pondered on her thought. “I guess time isn’t my friend today,”


“It’s okay, Rayne,” I replied. “I don’t need anything special,” I looked over and noticed that the pot was starting to boil over. “Rayne I think—”


She took notice. “Heavens to betsy!” she ran over and turned it down. I couldn’t help but laugh at her choice of words. It was unlike anything I’d ever heard coming from anywhere in England.


I laughed and turned to Harry, who had a smile on his face. “You’ve gotta love her,” he noted. “Hey, you wanna come upstairs for a little bit?” I was a little wary of the idea, and Harry noticed this. “Or we can stay downstairs. Its your choice,”


“We can go up,” I said abruptly. He gave me a “are-you-sure?” look, and I nodded my response.


He smiled and started off toward the stairs, and I followed him. Nervousness hit me suddenly, and my heart started running wild.


“You don’t have to be nervous, Cass,” he said. “There isn’t much up here,”


I only nodded and continued up. My nerves wouldn’t subside, though. My hands shook uncontrollably, breath staggered. I didn’t understand why suddenly everything inside me was coming down, like all the walls I’d built up were coming down, brick by brick.

And the sad part is that I let the cement deteriorate between each brick.


Harry stopped. “Are you okay, love?”


“I….I don’t know,” I admitted. A smiled turned up on his face.


“Well, we’re here, so if you need to sit down, feel free,” he offered. I took it and went straight into his room and sat down carefully on his bed. Eventually the shaking subsided, and I was back to my normal self.


Why was this happening to me?


“So, what happened during school today?” Harry started to question.


“N-Nothing,” I said quickly. It still shook me what happened.


Another grin spread on his face. “Well, apparently you left early,”


“How would you—”


“Damien and Liam are my best friends, Cassidy,” he interrupted. “What could have possibly happened that would make you want to leave?”


“Nothing!” I snapped. “Can we just say I didn’t feel comfortable being there and leave it at that?”


Silence fell among us, and we both stared off into separate spaces. I couldn’t believe I’d just snapped at him. He was only asking a question. 


“It was Mark, wasn’t it?” he asked. I only nodded my head. “What happened?”


I huffed and started into my tangent. “I hadn’t even stepped foot into biology before he started messing with me. I basically told him off, but..”


“But what?” he asked, leaning against his knees with his head in his hands.


“Nothing,” I stated. “I just….it just didn’t feel right, me being there by myself,” 


He gave a straight look before grabbing something off the shelf. It was an old hacky sack. He started to toss it up into the air, and catch it in his huge palms. “You don’t have to worry so much, Cassidy,” he said. He tossed the sack over to me. “It’ll eventually kill you,”


“No kidding,” I agreed.


“Harry! Cassidy! Food’s ready!” Rayne yelled from downstairs. I stood up immediately, then sat back down, ashamed at my eagerness.


“Well, aren’t you going to go down?” Harry questioned. “It’s not like I can benefit from human food,”


“True,” I muttered to myself. I stood up and left the room, hoping he would follow. 


He didn’t.

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