Fighting Desires

19

Harriets POV

"This is all your fault" I scowl as me and Clayton walk out of the principles office. "I was perfectly happy looking out our window but no, you just had to drag me to the roof" I mutter as we walk towards the stairs to the dorms.

"This not my fault. I've been smoking up there for years, that's the first time they ever sent a security guard up there" Clayton mutters causing me to scoff.

"Plus I didn't force you to go up there" He snaps causing me to stop and look at him.

"Yeah, but I didn't know it was fucking trespassing!" I yelled and he rolled his eyes. "Well I thought you knew it was when I pulled out a key to unlock the locked door" He argued.

I decide to ignore him and start walking back to the dorm. After a few minutes I turned around but he wasn't there.

Must've gone to the cafeteria.

Good cause I don't want him anywhere near me.

I woke up this morning to Clayton calling me and shaking me violently.

Turns out the roof was strictly forbidden. So when the security guard found us up there, he took us straight to the principles office. As a punishment, me and Clayton have to pick up rubbish around the school tomorrow from nine pm to ten pm.

To say I was pissed was an understatement.

My phone suddenly rings, and I see that it's Lilian.

"Hey," I say as I continue to walk up the stairs.

"Harriet! I haven't talked to you in ages.I'm sorry about that honey, works just been really busy lately" Lilian says.

Lilian works as a personal assistant to the CEO of a big modelling company. Every year Lilian's boss hosts this big gala in her house, and Lilian has to organise it. Which is a lot of work for one person. So she's usually very busy and stressed around this time of year.

But her boss usually gives her a big bonus at the end of it, so Lilian says it's worth it.

"It's fine. I understand you're busy organizing the gala" I say as I finally reach my floor.

"Thanks for understanding. How have you been? Any news? I hope you are attending your classes" She says and I laugh.

"I've been well I guess. Nothing much has really happened around here lately so I have no drama to tell, unfortunately. And yes, I am attending classes" I laugh.

"What do you mean 'you guess'. You're either well or you aren't. Honey, what happened?" Lilian asks as I reach my dorm and unlock the door.

"It's nothing really. I just got into a small fight, that's all" I calmly tell her, praying she will believe me.

"Are you hurt?" She immediately asks causing me to smile. "Not really. Lilian please don't worry" I say as I kick the door closed with my foot and walk over to my bed.

"What do you mean 'not really'. You are either hurt or you're not" Lilian snapped causing me to sigh. "I just got a few cuts on my face and a sprained wrist.." I say, whispering the last part.

"What?! How did you sprain your wrist? Are you okay? Do you need to come home?" She asks and I roll my eyes.

"Lilian calm down. I'm fine really. One of my friends bandaged it up for me" I tell her in a reassuring voice.

"How did this happen anyways?" She asks and I sigh.

"Remember that girl Molly I was telling you about? Yeah well, she tried to provoke me but I did what you always say, I tried to 'walk away' and 'be the bigger person'. And as a result, she pushed me while I was going down the stairs. Hence the sprained wrist. Don't worry though, I beat her ass" I say.

"Good. Girls like her are bad news, Harriet. Stay away from her okay?" Lilian mutters. "Don't worry, I will," I say.

"Crap. Harriet my boss is calling me. I'm so sorry I have to-" I cut her off. "It's okay. Goodbye Lilian" I say and she shouts a quick goodbye before hanging up.

******

It was half nine pm and I was out picking up rubbish with Clayton. I haven't uttered a word to him since we got out, which was starting to piss him off.

"For fuck sake Harriet. Do you think I planned to get us in trouble? I hate this just as much as you do" He muttered as he violently shoves a piece of rubbish in the black bag.

"Stop talking" I groan. "Oh, she speaks" he gasps causing me to roll my eyes.

"This is all your fault" I mutter. "How? How is this my fault?" He yells causing me to turn around.

"Because you're the one who brought me up there! And now as a result I'm standing out in the freezing cold picking up other people's shit!" I yell.

"I thought you knew we weren't supposed to be up there! For fuck sake Hairret why would I have needed a key if we were allowed up there!" Clayton shouted causing me to groan.

"I realise that now but back then I didn't!" I shout. "That's not my fault," He tells me.

"Whatever" I mumble and I hear him groan. "What do you want me to do?" He asks.

"I want you to stop talking," I say. "But we have stuff to talk about" Clayton argued.

"We have nothing to talk about" I scowl. "We have loads to talk about" He huffed as he goes back to picking up rubbish.

"Like what?" I yell as I turn to look at him. "The kiss Harriet" He snaps.

My face heats up and the thought of it. At the thought of his lips on mine-

Control yourself, Harriet.

"I was tired. It didn't mean anything" I whisper and he scoffs. "Then why are you blushing?" He challenges as he takes a step forward.

"B-Because we're talking about us kissing" I answer back. "Harriet we both know you're blushing cause you enjoyed the kiss. You can deny it all you want but deep down you know you like it. I might even go out on a limb and say that's why you're ignoring me" Clayton grumbled.

"So Im ignoring you because I liked kissing you?" I scoff as I turn back to picking up rubbish.

"I'd say you're ignoring me because every time you look at me you get reminded of the kiss" He answers back. "That's the biggest amount of bullshit I've ever heard" I scowl.

"Then look at me" Clayton whispers. I huff and drop my bag of rubbish on the ground. I turn around and notice how close he is. We are barely a few centimetres apart, just like last night when we-

Wait.

"You're blushing" Clayton suddenly whispers.

Fuck.

"You wanna tell me what you're thinking about?" He says and tilts his head ever so slightly. I stay quiet.

"That's what I thought" He mutters.

"Shut the fuck up" I mumble

Then to both our surprise, I step forward, grab his face and slam my lips onto his.

He's quick to respond as his hands slip around my waist and he pulls me closer. One of my hands slips into his hair and gives it a hard tug causing him to groan into the kiss.

He slips his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss. I melt into him and he pulls me impossibly closer.

We slowly pull away from each other, both of us panting. We lean our foreheads together, our lips barely centimetres apart.

"I fucking hate you" I whisper in between breaths.

"I know love" He whispers before we reconnect our lips once again.