Chapter 3

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“Wanna tell me why you’re really crying?” he asked.

“I don’t open up. Let alone to strangers.” I sniffled.

“Well you seem like you have some easily break down type of problems. I don’t get why you blew up on me. I like you.”

“You shouldn’t like me.” I stood up.

“Why not?”

“I move a lot. You just said, I’m like an old car, I break down easily. That’s not exactly characteristics you look for in a girl.” I smoothed out my jeans.

What was this guy on?

Whatever. I just wanted him to leave me alone. Maybe I could get a new partner?

“No. But they’re other characteristics of you. You’re forgetting all the good ones.”

I looked at him questionably. I had been nothing but a narcissistic nut case with this guy. What the hell is he on about?

“If it wasn’t obvious you’re a badass. You don’t care what anyone thinks about you.”

“You get like that when you move a lot.” I retorted.

“Then why were you almost crying back there?” He asked.

I stiffed.

“You don’t need to know.” I shoved past him.

He grabbed my arm lightly.

“But what if I want to.”

“I don’t care!” I hissed. I jerked my arm away.

“Emily.” he whispered.

“I’m going home.” I said, walking in the path of my house.

“I’ll walk you.”

“Go back to class Harry.” I huffed.

Can this kid just screw off?!

Seriously just move on!

“Okay. Here’s a tip, I don’t take orders.” He smirked, walking beside me.

“What about, restraining orders?” I stood in front of him, daring him to follow me.

He stopped.

“Seriously? I was just flirting with you Emily I-” “Yeah well I’ve already done it before.” I said before turning around, just to halt again.

I did not just say that.

“What?” his accent lingered his voice.

“Nothing.” I said and continued home.

“Why do you have a restraining order against someone?” Harry asked. Nice going Emily.

“Can you just leave me alone and mind your own business?” I hissed.

I saw my house into view and picked up my pace.

“Emily,” He grabbed my hand. I stopped.

“Tell me.”

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