You Were Never Honest (Never 2)

He’s smirking at me with his arms folded behind his head, he looks relaxed, but I can tell it’s all an act. His eyes never lie.

“I was trying to sneak out,” I say, and surely, I should get points for being honest.

His smile tightens as he nods his head, clearly he already knew that. I’m just stating the obvious right now, aren’t I?

“I see,” he says as he stands up and oh gawd. Where are his boxers? Does he always sleep naked, how did I not realise this last night.

“I didn’t want to make a scene, and I was trying to avoid any awkwardness,” I say weakly.

“Okay,” he steps closer, close enough to touch, but neither of us do.

“Can you say something please,” It’s weak and feeble, but the silence is deafening. Never understood that until now, not only is it deafening, it's tearing at my resolve and making me feel helpless.

“Oh, I’m sorry Henleigh, am I making this awkward for you?” His eyes flash and I can see his barely restrained anger getting ready to erupt and leave nothing but ash and tar in its wake.

“Seriously, why are you being such an arse?” I ask, even though I do deserve this. Again, I am a horrible person.

“You really have to ask, I thought you were the smart one Henleigh. You don’t sneak out in the morning after what we did in the shower last night, that is what I call an arsehole move. Now I know I’m not the good guy when it comes to your boyfriends, but even I wouldn’t do something like that to you. Well done Henleigh, you can go now.”

His voice is cold, and I don’t like it, but if this is him accepting us being finished, then maybe it's for the best. It’s what I wanted. So, why does it hurt so bad?

Elijah and Noah can’t understand why Amias isn’t sitting with us or why Roxie seems to hate Ivy worse than before. All me, guys. I’m not ready to tell them yet, I just want to suffer in my misery for a little while longer.

“Are you kidding me?” Bella is nearly choking on her shock and my heart fills with ice when I look up to see Octavia sitting with Amias, her hands squeezing his arm.

“What is he playing at, why hasn’t he told her to get lost?” Elijah asks, and he sounds pretty angry.

“I’ve got to get out of here, I’ll see you later,” I say, the guys try to get up but I ask them to stay. I don’t want to be around them at the moment, they’re still his friends.

I won’t look back at him, even as her laugh rings out across the room. People are looking between me and them and they can think what they like, this is all my fault. I broke up with him and hurt him more than I had wanted to, if this is how he wants to get even with me, then that’s his prerogative. I just won’t sit around and watch.

Getting outside the canteen and my chest feels tight, I’m clutching it as a sob builds in my throat. I don’t care who’s around, I need to get out of here. I run down the hall and slam the double doors open, hitting someone in the process. Shit, my bad.

“Damn it, Harrison, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” I say as I offer him my one good hand and he smacks it away as he gets to his feet.

“What were you thinking? Pay a little more attention next time yeah.” His mouth is pinched at the edges as he scowls up at me, I think he’d step on me if he could. His entire being is screaming at me to leave him alone, I guess I should heed the warning.

I’m nodding my head as I stand back up and start to walk past him, but his hand on my forearm stops me.

“Are you about to cry?” Only he could ask a question like that and make it sound like a personal sacrifice.

“You’re ram packed full of tact ain’t ya tough guy,” I say, dripping with sarcasm.

“What happened?” He sounds pissed off, but his eyes are softening slightly.

“Why do you care? I thought you revelled in my suffering, well at least you didn’t have to lift a finger this time,” I shout and I don’t know how to react as he tightens his hold on my arm and pulls me outside into the bitter cold.

“Get off of me,” I jerk my arm free and nearly fall over but luckily, H keeps me steady before taking a step away.

“It’s not as enjoyable as it used to be, right now I want to know why you look like your whole world is coming to an end. I don’t know why, and it's pissing me off that I care even a little.” He looks conflicted, only he could look angry and concerned and have it constrained in a tightly wound up package.

“I ended it with Amias and now Octavia is all over him, I only wanted him to be honest with me like you were. Why couldn’t he tell me the truth, you did and we’re not even friends? He claims to love me, and he can lie to my face as easily as breathing,” my energy has gone, and Harrison is looking down at me with pity on his face. I hate pity.

“Don’t let him get to you he isn’t worth it, but maybe you should ask yourself why someone like Amias would suddenly tolerate Octavia.” I have been wondering that thank you very much, clearly, he went for the first desperate hoebag he saw. “If it's purely to make you jealous, then you have nothing to worry about. Although maybe consider choosing a less petty guy for the next member of your weird arse harem.” An eye roll and a smirk with no joy behind it, he’s a mystery wrapped in an enigma and I’m dying to figure him out.

“I’ll keep it in mind, I saw your sister you know, over Christmas?” Why did I say that, he looks shocked, I thought she would have told him.

“That’s why she was harping on about forgiveness over Boxing Day, how did it go?”