Changed (H.S)

Chapter Three

I was in my first hour English. During the summer I had took summer school and did my Junior English class so I could be put into Senior mythology, all around me in class all I saw were seniors that I had grown accustomed to seeing and talking too. Being in the middle of the room I was the main person people looked at when there was talking and I had people surrounding me so I never had a dull moment.
My best friend Aaron had this class with me, he sat beside me playing with my hand. Moving my fingers around as he looked at them strangely.
He always did that though, it was Aaron, but I wouldn't want him to change.
"You have such small hands Nex." He commented. He told me this every day but I couldn't help but hear the amazement and shock in his voice. He was so easily entertained.
I was glad class hadn't started yet and we still had five minutes before it did because that meant I got to talk to Aaron, and maybe tell him about the new Harry Styles returning.
"I think we've discussed this countless times Aaron, my fingers and hands are not to be leered at. If you have a hand fetish just tell me." I told him jokingly and he grinned at me.
"Nex, I do not have a hand fetish!" He whined. I stuck my tongue out at him playfully and he moved forward brushing my hair all over my head.
"Jerk." I mutter fixing it and he chuckles.
"I love it when you talk mean to me."
"Don't you dare go The Fault In The Stars on me, okay?" I warned him.
"Okay." I glared at him rolling my eyes, of course he would. It was strange because he was beyond straight but his secret indulgement was The Fault In Our Stars and he fangirled over it hard core.
Aaron reached out and grabbed my hand in his and gave it a squeeze. I knew this was just his way of being friendly. There was nothing in our relationship except friendship. We both knew how we felt about the other, we were mutual on that term and we had discussed it several times to make it clear.
All we were was friends and it might have looked strange to other people thinking we were dating but this was just how we expressed ourselves. I thought nothing of this simple gesture, it was one of a hundred that we had done with each other.
We've kissed and said it was nothing the next second we'd be playing video games
"Harry's back." I stated in a soft voice and watched Aarons facial expression shift slightly.
"Did he say anything to you?" He asked his voice going serious and I nodded. I wetted my lips and looked around us. There were only a few other kids in the class that were either to busy talking or listening to music to pay attention to our conversation.
"He offered to walk me to class. Then said he missed me." I told him looking back down at my lap. Aaron knew about how rude Harry had been to me the last time he had been here and since then Aaron had been there for me.
Harry leaving was why me and Aaron even started talking. I needed a ride to school and Aaron lived just down the road.
Aaron nodded pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as if he were in deep thought. His blue eyes seemed to go in and out of focus.
"Stay away from him. He'll only hurt you." He told me and I nodded letting out a sigh. Aaron squeezed my hand again reassuringly and I smiled looking up at him. He always cared about what was best for me, maybe that was what I loved most about him. He cared.
"Of course I'll stay away from him." I said as if that should already be understood between us and Aaron grinned relieved.
He moved my hand around slightly in his to get it into a less awkward position.
"If you need me, I'm always here. Even if it is to beat up jerks." He told me as if as an after thought. I didn't know if Aaron knew what Harry looked like now or if he still thought Harry was some geeky kid still that he could take lunch money from but either way I knew Aaron would be sticking to his word.
I heard someone clear their throat and I instantly looked up at the door to spot the devil we had just been talking about, Harry. He stood there glaring at Aaron and down to our intertwined hand knowing it bugged him.
He leaned against the door frame and it seemed like that was his main move. A simple lean against a door. I didn't know if that would have caused any girls hearts to flutter but looking at him it didn't do anything to mine except make me hate him more.
I felt Aarons hand on mine tighten as he instantly recognized the curly haired boy.
"Well he certainly looks.. Different." I can tell how uncomfortable Aaron is to form those words. I could understand why. The last time he saw Harry, Harry was wearing sweater vest with big glasses and hair slicked to the side. He had no muscle mass and he looked scrawny and nerdy.
Harry was the way most teen males should look when they get hit like a truck by puberty.
I glanced back at the boy to see he was advancing towards us. His usual awkward long clumsy strides were now one of a male models striding towards us with such confidence, it was easy to say he was quick on his feet. He looked like one of those manufactured Ken dolls though, not real and to perfect so I quickly diverted my gaze. This wasn't my Harry.
I brushed my hair from my face letting my fingers run through the knotted curls. I could hear the sound of Harrys black boots on the ground coming towards us at an alarming rate. My breath hitched in my throat and my hand tightened on Aarons. He winced slightly and I gave him an apologetic look seeing that he was glaring up at Harry.
Harry made the room go darker as his shadow fell over me. And I knew he was waiting for me to look up at him patiently waiting.
My eyes flickered up to them against my own will and I saw the attractive pale boy. He gave Aaron the most fleeting glance irritation evident in his features. His green eyes went to me and his crinkled forehead smoothed out and a soft smile fell onto his pink lips.
"It looks like we have class together." He said in a playful manner, I could noticeably see him trying to ignore my hand in Aarons.
"Hurray." Aaron grumbled dryly and I took my hand back feeling the tension quickly enveloping us up. My hands went to my literature book that I had received last week, papers already spilling out the sides from when I idly shoved them there.
I took my bottom lip inbetween my teeth and chewed on it, trying to think if I should answer him or act like I never even heard him speak. I knew he would wait though, Harry was persistent.
"Good for you, want a cookie?" I spoke in a dull drone letting him know exactly how I felt about him. He looked a little taken aback stuffing his hands into his pockets with his mouth slightly parted.
Something flashed through his eyes, something I wasn't sure about. I watched as he turned slightly, his eyes flicking to the left and then the right around us watching as people started to file in.
He looked back at me licking his lips as he leaned in. "I want you."
His words sent a shiver down my spine and I didn't know if it was good or bad. I could see Aaron dramatically tense beside me as I gripped my book with a tight nailed hold.
"To bad because I don't want you." I told him making sure he understood it. The words were slow coming out as if I were talking to a four year old and his forehead crinkled up.
I was surprised that Aaron had stayed quiet for so long by my side. Usually he would come in with his two cents telling Harry exactly how he felt about him. I risked a glance and saw that Aaron had his hands clenched into fist and his fsce was turning a slight pink as he glared at Harry. Harry ignoring the boy by my side.
"I'll get you sooner or later." He told me simply with a shrug of his shoulders. I was glad when the teacher came in and called attention to the class because he went to the back where there were two empty seats. I was thankful that there were now people on either side of me but to realize that they were all staring at me with the same confused yet shocked expressions made me uncomfortable.
I was shocked at Harrys sudden bold words. He said it so easily, it slipped through his mouth like satin or creamy chocolate. He was so cocky it was unreal.
When I turned around slightly to look at him I saw that he was already staring at me.