The Only Hope For Me Is You

"You're my only hope. I wouldn't be here, if it weren't for you. Don't ever leave me."


10. Chapter 9


Harry's POV:

All I could think of now is food. I always try not to eat too much, but the hunger was growing and becoming unbearable. I ordered pizza about 10 minutes and it's still not here. Flipping through the channels, I slouched down a bit more becoming impatient.

It was minutes later when the doorbell rang. Getting the money, I headed towards the door and opened the door while counting the money.

"Here you go-"

Looking up, my eyes were met with those warm mocha eyes. She had her wavy hair up in a pony tail. And by the looks of it, she was too lazy to change or didn't care because she was wearing her pj's.

"Scarlett..." I said breathlessly.

"Hi Harry." She stayed emotionless, "How are you?" She asked.

"Um, i-I've been pretty good." I stuttered out.

"Mm, really?" She said seeming unfazed.

My eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, what is she trying to get out of this?

"uh, yeah...?"

"That's nice.  So this means you're in a good mood."

"I guess so..." I responded uneasy.

"Can I come in?"

"No!"  I said to quickly.

She seemed a bit taken back, but then she had a bitter look.


"Because," I said slightly raising my voice, "I want. To be. Alone. Ok? Alone."

She scoffed, "If anything we are doing you a favor." This time crossing her arms and glaring at me.

"What do you mean by that?" I said through gritted teeth.

There was a small pause before she spoke, "Harry, I don't know if you realized but, you have no friends. We are trying to be friends with you. We've been ignoring what they say about you. But what do you do? You push us away. It's not everyday that someone wants to be friends with you Harry. Let alone talk."

My fist clenched, "That's how I want it to be. And how it will always be. I'm not going to change and become sociable just because of a whiney brat who's in desperate need of a friend. Leave me alone, just how your brother did. Do everyone a favor and stop exposing yourself. You try to befriend a lot of people- and oh- let me guess... just for popularity?"

Her whole face dropped, her arms falling to her side, "I-i no. I just t-try to-"

"That's what I thought. You're pathetic. You don't live off popularity. Or how many friends you have. Because at the end of all costs, they don't help you financially. They don't provide a house for you everyday. Many of them don't really care. Why have "friends" when they won't be there when you need them the most?"

Her mouth fell agape, I myself couldn't believe what I was saying. But I couldn't stop.

"I mean, really? Getting all bitchy because I don't want your friendship? That's just sa-"

Before I could finish, a sharp pain was aching on my right cheek. I heard her breathing increase as if she just ran. Looking up, she had her hand covering your mouth. Her eyes became glassy as she stared at me in shock.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to h-hit you. It's just you- you frustrated me. I- you- it's just-"

"Just leave, Selena."

She pressed her lips in a thin line and nodded.

"And I think it's best if you just leave me alone."

She muttered a "sorry" and left.





"You are dismissed. Enjoy your lunch."

Mr.Daniels moved aside letting the boys scramble out the locker room. Some boys ran past through me to the lunch room. I just don't know how they do it. We just came out of P.E. Where we ran 6 laps. And they're still running? I become more heated and out of breath just by looking at them. I know i looked horrible right now.

My face is most likely flushed. My hair is prob- no it is- all over the place. Not only that, but I know for a fact that bits of sweat is dripping from the tips of my hair. The only good thing is that I don't smell. I sighed in relief when I entered the lunch room. It was fresh and not filled with mysterious odors. As soon as I got to the table, as weird as it may seem, I placed my left check on the cold wooden surface. I know it is certainly not sanitary, but at this point, I didn't care. My cheeks were burning. As I switched cheeks I felt a body next to me on the left. I stopped my actions as I looked beside me.


Scarlett. Her small smile and blush made me want to forget yesterday's events and just talk.

"What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay away." I groaned as I hid my head in my arms.

"You did. But I didn't agree." She said as she got more comfortable on her spot, getting rid of her backpack from her back and placing the heavy bag next to her.

"It wasn't some type of deal. It was more of a demand." I muttered.

There was a long pause, and for a moment I thought she left, until I heard her charm bracelet hitting the table. I mentally groaned, I tried making the most minimal of noise. I don't want to have any type of conversation with her.

I heard her breathe heavily, taking a small peak, I lifted my head from in between my arms a little. She was looking to her left, absentmindedly playing with a strand of her wavy hair. Her eyes were trained on something, I just didn't want to look or else she'd think I want to say something. As she was about to look back down at me, I quickly went back to the position I was in.

She let out a sigh of defeat, or so I thought it was, but it wasn't.

"So... Mr. Riverdale is really annoying isn't he? He's always so pessimistic. Like when someone doesn't get an A, he just shakes his head and mutters his stupid phrase, "You'll never get better."

She tried deepening her voice as Mr. Riverdale. The dumb small smile couldn't help but creep to my face. It was cute how she was just rambling and not really caring that I'm with my head down. Probably because she already knew that I was listening to her.

"How is the student going to get better if you don't encourage them at least a little?" She scoffed, later being followed by a groan, "There's Sharon. I despise her. She literally laughs at everything Yamilet says. I was given the privilege to sit next to Yamilet." She said with a hint of sarcasm.

"The only thing coming out of her is bull. Like I don't care if your butt hurts. Nobody cares, plus, what's the need to say it out loud? Why? Only one explanation. She's an attention whore."

I bit down on my lower lip, trying to stifle a laugh. It's true though. Yamilet says the most unnecessary things. I don't know why she thinks she has some type of sense of humor.

"And obviously she thinks she's the best of making people laugh, why? Well, because she has her paid girl- Sharon- to laugh at everything she says. Plus she's always insulting people who don't even bother her. She thinks she owns everything. I only insult people who are a disgrace to the human race. People who look down on others. Social class shouldn't matter. People focus so much on it, thinking that social class defines who they are and how they are "supposed" to be."

"If one is rich, they shouldn't look around and say, "Well everyone that lives like me acts like a dick and belittles those who actually have their mind straight." Because let's be honest, most of them act that way. They should be like those 10% who have a heart and actually have a kind soul. Like Amber, she  lives with such luxury. But she has a kind heart. Social class should simply be ignored in situations where one is interacting with others."

For some odd reason, I felt like tearing up. Probably because she went from talking to Mr. Riverdale to Social class. Or maybe because of the way how her voice cracked towards the end of her sentence.

"I-I have to go. Bells about to ring anyway. Bye Harry, see you later."

Finally lifting my head, I saw how shaky she was in lifting her tray. She rushed in leaving the lunch room. Why the sudden change?



"Hey Harry." The soft voice near me said.

I mumbled a "hi" and kept on sketching.

"Mr. Riverdale is such a dick. He wants everything his way." She whispered angrily.

What happened was that Calum was playing the G chord differently than him. He made everyone stop and began lecturing Calum and how he doesn't know anything about the guitar. That the G chord he (Calum) was playing was wrong. He then went on to saying that Calum was uneducated. This obviously pissed off, not only blondie, but Scarlett. Them being close to him, were fuming from the fact that Mr. Riverdale did that to just embarrass Calum.

"Embarrassing someone doesn't make them learn something. It's just makes them want to go against you at everything from there on out. Even if they don't say it verbally, they'll mimic you in their heads." She slammed her sketch book down and opened to the page she was working in.

Remembering the senerio; Calum's face was a bright red, his head was hung low. Poor boy

She bitterly chuckled, "I'm sure as hell Michael would've blown out on that asshole."

Who's Michael?

"Alright class, today you should be finished or just about finished with your sketches and now moving on to working with clay. If you don't get started today, that's fine, but you'll be behind later on. I'm not going to extend this project. So enough said, start working. I will be around handing slips of clay."

"Are you done?" I said my voice barely audible.

Scarlett's head quickly snapped towards me, probably surprised that I spoke to her.

"No. Almost. Just need the nose." She said concentrating on her drawing.

She sucked on her teeth as she took the eraser and erased her mistake.

Once again, that same stupid smile from lunch, appeared again.

And it'll keep appearing.



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