HARRY
I am pacing my room as I stare at Bridget's phone number for the umpteenth time in the last one hour. I'm dying to call her and find out whether she's coming to the party but I hold myself back. I shouldn't be doing this. I'm acting like a high schooler in love and it's driving me crazy.
I can't take the damned girl out of my head.
I can hear the loud music booming from downstairs and when the clock hits 8pm, I know for sure that she won't show up.
I know that her relationship with Charlie is not so good and she's probably going to stay away from him.
She should know for sure that I'll never let him touch her again. I curl my fingers into tight fists when the image of Charlie forcing himself on her sticks stubbornly in my head. My temper is boiling and I want to hit something
