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Elizabeth is a 17 year old girl who has hard times at schools. She been moving around for the past 3 years. 7 different schools. No friends, beside her now best friend Anastacia. When she finally comes to a school she like a boy appears, or actually, two of him, or maybe even three...

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8. Chapter 8.

A flower. There was a flower on your chair. It was obvious who it was from. Harry. You felt really bad about driving with Edward. You looked back at a boy who looked at the table. No movements except from when the teacher yelled at him because she wanted him to pay attention. You wasn't even sure about meeting Harry in the break. You were afraid that it'll get too awkward.

 

The clock rang and Harry was really quick to get up and out. You kinda yelled his name through the class, but he didn't turn around. Instead you just got 20 eyes on you. You sighed and took your books. 

While you were standing at your locker, Harry walked by with his book in his hand. You could smell his cologne. Yes, you already knew it that good. He walked passed you without even looking. You grabbed his wrist and he stopped.

 

''Harry...'' He ripped you off. You sighed again and closed your locker. He was mad. Or just disappointed. Bit of both you thought. 

 

After school you had plenty of time, so you could ride your Penny home. Still walking in the schools front yard with people laying on the grass, laughing, studying and just being carefree. You walked straight down the path until you saw Harry standing against a tree, his right leg bent to the tree, holding an open book with his left hand and a pencil in the right. Just now you realized it wasn't a book. It was his diary. You stopped on the path with your bag hanging off your shoulder, looking at Harry. You started walking in the direction Harry stood.

 

''Soooo, I guess that's a diary.'' You said smiling. Harry looked up. Not answering, just looking. ''Did something memorable happen today?'' You laid your head a bit down.

''Mmh.'' He was biting in the end of the pen. ''But you would know that.'' He said offended. 

''Okay, look Harry. It isn't what it looks like. I can explain it all to you if you want?'' Your voice got high. You started getting pissed on him. 

''I would love to.'' He said being annoying. He smiled his cheeky smile and lifted his left eyebrow. He was waiting for you to say something, but every time you opened your mouth, not a single sound came out. You felt weak against him. ''You know what, I don't have time for this.'' He said while lifting his bag from the ground and throwing it over his shoulder. 

''No, Harry. Wait.'' He stopped and turned around. You still couldn't explain. 

''Just as I thought that I could actually get a girl, but no no, cheeky little Edward has charmed you too much.'' He had a little break giggling to the ground. ''I just thought you were different.'' He turned around, but you found yourself holding his wrist. Holding it tight. ''Okay, listen Elizabeth. If you want to explain, do it tomorrow when I come over. I don't wanna do it here.'' He said and ripped your hand off. 

 

Before he left you, he gave you a look. A look you couldn't resist. He then left you all alone by the tree. You just stood there while your eyes followed him. You just felt lost...

 

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