Page 108 of Obsession

“Oh… I wanted to be the first to kiss you in public,” he whispered mischievously, taking my chin between his fingers.

I swallowed.

“Harris!”

Ty’s voice echoed through the class. Harris looked at his friend over my head.

“The redhead,” he added, and Harris’s face turned serious.

I looked at Ty as well, V and Jay were already standing next to him, ready to walk out.

Harris leaned over my face again and grabbed my chin to make me look at him. I had to get used to him because every time I peered into his eyes; my knees got weak.

“I’ll see you later, love. Take care of our baby,” he whispered, smiling, a little guardedly.

Something was bothering him. Who the hell was this redhead?

Before I could say anything, he leaned in and pressed his lips to my forehead.

They lingered on my skin for a few seconds, sending an unfamiliar warmth coursing through my veins, just like the first time he had done it. When he pulled back, he let go of my waist and walked past me, and I was left in the cold air that his absence brought.

I turned around at the last second to see him leaving with his friends.

An uneasy feeling spread through me, and I didn’t like that it included him.

Kristen scolded Jay for leaving her alone with the doll. Mine was now lying on the desk and wasn’t making a sound at the moment. I took it in my arms and looked at it, still thinking about Harris.

“You, missy, have some explaining to do.”

I flinched when I heard Kristen next to me and looked for an escape route, but the others were already around me, forming a shield I couldn’t get past.

It was going to be a bad day, and almost as if to prove my point, my doll started to cry.

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Our Spanish class was the most relaxed of the day. Maybe because it was the last one, but I liked the language too. I focused on school and was active throughout the day, but not because I was desperate to get on with my studies.

While I was concentrating on classes, I forgot a little about the one person I had been thinking about the most. Not thinking about Harris proved to be more difficult than I thought.

Every time I managed to forget him, he would flash back into my mind, like a powerful light bulb that only glows in the dark.

It was as if I constantly had a reflective plaque in front of my eyes that read:

“THINK ABOUT HIM!”

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out from under the desk, trying not to attract the teacher’s attention.

It was a message from the annoying “light bulb”.

Harris:

How’s our baby?

I gritted my teeth and kicked my bag where the noisy doll was hiding. It had made my day a living hell. I mumbled as I typed a reply.

Me:

Just like you; it drives me crazy.

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