Wrapping my arms around myself, I let out a shaky laugh as Leo automatically shrugged off his jacket and held it out for me to take.

"I can't, then you'd be cold?" Scoffing, I stopped walking as his lips twitched.

"I'll be fine, Hazel." Draping the jacket over me, he tied the two strings at the front into a bow so it hung over me like a cape.

Staring up into his green eyes, I swallowed the lump in my throat due to the silence in the air. His fingers raised to my face as he tucked a few strands of hair behind my ear and smiled.

What do I do?

Am I meant to kiss him? No, that's way to forward. You're meant to keep guys on their toes, right.

My mind went back to the time in art when Carter had slyly called me a slut, and I felt a pang in my chest.

Backing away from his touch, the disappointment in his face mearly made me kick myself. Sighing under my breath, i plastered on a subtle smile while looking up at him.

"So, why don't we go subway or something?" Beginning to walk on ahead of him, I let go of a breath I didn't know had been building up. Maybe a 6 inch sub will take my mind off of his lips.

Carter's POV:

Running a rough hand through my hair, I blinked slowly at the scene in front of me.

I was stood in the lunch line when a sudden fight had broke out between Dalton and Harry.

I swear there hasn't been a day where that kid hasn't got his ass kicked.

What was it with Brits? Did they just start a fight every second over nothing?

Dalton had his hands around the collar of his shirt, and was pinning him down on a vacant lunch table.

"Don't." He simply seethed.

I felt like if someone didn't do something soon, then something a whole lot worse was going to happen.

Rolling my eyes, I put my lunch tray down and jogged over to the pair of them.

"Dalton, come on." I said calmly. With my hand on his shoulder, he gave Harry a rough push before letting him go.

"You're pathetic Gibson! You hear me, pathetic!" Harry's words getting smaller and smaller as we made our way further out of the cafeteria.

I peered at Dalton to see his jaw still clenched and his hands still in a fist.

"Just makes me so mad the way he talks about Haze, she's doesn't deserve that kinda shit" He muttered.

Raising an eyebrow, I cocked my head up as I got intrigued.

"What he say?" Pushing the door that led to the reception open, I didn't miss the small twinge of worry that flashed through Dalton's eyes as we walked through.

Okay, now I was extremely interested.

"Just a load of bull as usual, nothing to worry about" cocking a curious eyebrow in his direction. I stopped in my tracks as I saw him avert his eyes from mine.

"Why would I worry?" Now it was Dalton's turn to stop.

Turning around on his heels slowly, he faced me with a face that had 'are you kidding me' written all over it.

"Mate, you turned down a shag with kinky Kacey?" His voice was on the verge of breaking out into a small laugh.

Folding my arms over my chest, i furrowed my brows at his stupid statement.

"I already told you, she wasn't my type." I didn't bother waiting for him as I started to make my way to the school doors - but he had caught up with me anyway.

"I'm guessing your type is about 5'5, brown hair, blue eyes and has a name that rhymes with fazel?" Feeling the cold wind hit my skin harshly, I shifted my eyes to glare at him.

"What's your obsession with me and Hazel?" I said starting to get irritated. Digging around in my back pocket, I pulled out my lighter and the cigarette I had shoved in there along with it.

"I'm just saying-" leaning his back on the wall, he mindlessly winked at a couple of girls that walked past us. "If you were to like her, I'd be careful."

With the cigarette between my lips, I hovered my hand infront of my lighter while trying to spark it up. My eyebrow cocked at his words, making my neck crane to the left.

"And what do you mean by that?" I muffled. Puffing out a small amount of smoke, I couldn't help but smirk at a group of girls from the lower year gawking at us both.

"I mean that Harry is a fucking nutter" Running his fingers through his hair, I chocked on the fumes of smoke as I tried to laugh.

Dalton looked at me with a serious expression before pushing himself off of the wall.

"I'm not talking about shitting in a bag and setting it on fire in front of your door step nutter" inhaling another small amount of smoke, I let the warm feeling heat the back of my throat before exhaling. "I'm talking about cut the fucking breaks on your car whilst he's drunk kinda nutter"

My eyes shot open, not in surprise or fear but amusement.

"Like I said before, there's nothing going on between me and Hazel. And even if there was, I'd like to see harry try."

Looking down at my hand,I clenched it into fist with a small smirk hidden behind my lips.

I want to see him try.

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A/N
I think this is a short chapter, I don't know :/ tell me what you thought about it, cause that would be fab.

I'm pretty sure I still don't know what I'm going to do with this book, but hey ho, what you gonna do 💁