A wise old man once said there’s no place like home, and a big part of Harry was happy coming back, but it has been a while and well… let’s just say things aren’t the same as they were before.
Walking back into the building of c high was an undeniable weird feeling, familiar, yet weird and not exactly comfortable at first. Disappearing for over a year and suddenly showing up is bound to result in at least a bunch of stares and whispers around him as he walked by.
Oh and don’t forget pro league wrestler Lenora Foley. As the girl grabbed his shirt and pushed him into a nearby classroom, Harry brushed his shirt off as she finally let go of him. Did he not expect that? Yes he did, but did he want to stand and face Lenora at this moment? You guessed it, he did not.
Why was her here? That was a very good question, or actually, why wasn’t he here until now? Well, he might have understood where the frustration on Lenora’s features came from, after all, he did leave without telling her a thing or even bothering to break up with her. Yes, I know, dck move, but he had his reasons. It’s not like he wanted to hurt Lenora intentionally, there were days when Harry actual really liked her, but now? Well, let’s just say Lenora wasn’t exactly his favourite person on campus.
”I-” he started, all startled from this whole surprise attack situation. The boy sighed and glanced at the girl, frankly, I know I said she wasn’t his favourite person around here now, but he still couldn’t deny the two had history. good history. She… looked different, good different, but… No. ”It doesn’t concern you Lenora, I went away, and now I’m back.” he said, looking away from her as he started talking ”I had my reasons”
@novella Lenora