HARRY
Her red hair glimmered in the sun, something about that hair just made me crazy. She was surrounded by all her friends and laughing in sync. I had to force my head away, she was dating Dean. This was not something I wanted to mess in. I turned back down to my books when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of Chloe sweeping through the courtyard. I jumped up to join her.
"Hey, where you off to?" I asked, running to catch up to her. She jumped in surprise and looked at me her eyes wide.
"Oh, nothing. Just homework." She whispered back hurriedly, she hung her head low.
"Well how about we go and do something together, just for fun ya know?" I replied and jogged in front of her, cutting her off.
"I can't Harry, not tod-" Her voice cracked and she avoided my gaze. That's when I noticed, the puffy eyes, and bandaged hand. Gosh I was so stupid sometimes!
I gasped loudly, "What happened? Are you alright?" I reached for her hand and she flinched away in pain.
"Harry-" Her voice cracked again and she struggled not to cry.
"It's okay, just follow me." I swung my arm around her shoulders and led her to the nearest empty classroom. Once in, I shut the doors behind us and she shrugged me off.
"Chloe…" I started towards her,
"I just can't Harry. Not today." She began to sob, "I just cut myself, and I'm fine! I am perfectly fine!"
Tears were streaming down her face, and I was in total shock. I didn't know what to do or say, crying girls are not my speciality, yet I seemed to run into this problem repeatedly.
"I don't know how they found out… What are they going to do to me?" She looked at me, her large hazel eyes seemed to have sparks flying out of them. I walked over to her and pulled her into a tight hug.
"Nothing. They won't do anything to you, I promise." She buried her face into my chest and began to slow her breathing.
"Let me see your hand." I looked down at her pulling away.
"No really it's fine." She sniffled, Drawing her hands behind her back. I reached for her arm and she let it fall out in between us. I grabbed it and slowly began to unwrap the dressings as she flinched in pain. The bandages fell off revealing several large open gashes in her palm. I looked up at her in complete shock.
"How did this happen? What is going on?" She shook her head, and tears began to brim in her eyes again.
"I can't tell you." She whispered back, "I just cut it on some glass, it was an accident." I began to rewrap the cuts. She grimaced at each tug on the cloth, but stayed quiet. I finished wrapping up and she stepped into me, her gaze focused on her feet.
"Don't tell anyone, please. I don't want to draw a lot of attention." She turned her head up at me, and suddenly our faces were very close. I could feel her hot breath on my neck, and my heart began to race.
"I swear." I whispered, we stood there for a minute, and then she drew away. She looked at me, confused, her chest heaving, and then she turned and left the room.