Chapter 8

                                    

                                          
Chapter 8:
                          
Taylor's POV
                          
 There wasn't much that happened ever since my kiss with Harry. I avoided him for most of the break and I was relieved that I didn't have to see him for Thanksgiving. I started to drive separately from him once school started up again and tried to keep the conversation to the bare minimum. I feel like I moved too quick and allowed myself to become vulnerable when I knew that I wasn't ready. I know I should probably be less guarded because of everything he had done for me but I still didn't feel ready. It was hard to let go of all those things with Jake and it made me paranoid about being open with Harry. The past would continue to haunt me and all I could do was try my best to fight. My mom tried to convince me to go to counseling again but I didn't think I could handle it, especially after that kiss. 
                          
At least today was the last day of the semester. It had been a month and half since Harry moved in and since we got assigned that stupid project. We were suppose to present it today. I felt that I could do well on my part, even though I received a C on my last essay. All I wanted to do was pass.
                          
"Harry and Taylor decided to put together a nice little end of the semester presentation!" Mrs. Grant announces to the class.
                          
"We're ready," Harry confirms and I roll my eyes.
                          
"Great!" Mrs. Grant beams. I think she knows that Harry would do a better job.
                          
"Alright we'd like to start by explaining the sectional tensions of the civil war.." Harry begins as we stand at the front of the room with our presentation. I think our hard work paid off and the poster came out great.
                          
The both of us go back and forth to explain all the elements on our poster as well as some embellished facts that Harry included. But in the end I was just relieved that it was all over.
                          
After the bell rang, everyone cheered, (Not because of us, but because it was winter break). Thank god there would be two weeks with out this place. As soon as I thought that I was in the clear, Ms. Grant decided to hold Harry and I back.
                          
"That was amazing! Great job you two, you make a wonderful team! I can see Taylor understands the material more since you two have started studying," she exclaims.
                          
"Yeah I think if it weren't for Harry I might be failing," I say. Whoops, there I go thinking out loud.
                          
"That's great! You and Harry could do great things for my historian club. Please consider joining us!" she offers.
                          
"I'll for sure join," Harry humors her and I smile.
                          
"I'll think about it...it might help me study," I respond.
                          
"Great I hope to see you two in here a lot next semester!" She gushes. 
                          
I walk out as fast as I can to avoid conversation with Harry but I run into another problem, Joe.
                          
"Hi," he greets with a cheeky smile and I stop in front of him. This was the only way I was going to avoid Harry. Even if it mean dealing with the other problem I was trying to hide from.
                          
"What can I do for you?" I ask and he leans against the wall.
                          
"I just wanted to know if you were going to come to my family's annual Christmas banquet." He mentions.
                          
"I'll ask my mom if she wants to and maybe we'll bring our new roommates," I suggest.
                          
"Okay. There's going to be a lot of people, so we can get lost in the crowd," he replies with a smirk. 
                          
"What's going on with us Joe? I thought you were done seeing me," I get to the point. 
                          
"I miss you," He informs me.