So, do you like me?
Eleven
*Jennifer's P.O.V*
Ok, Jennifer, calm down, I told myself. It's you who Harry likes, it has to be.
The class started and it helped me to concentrate on something else at least for a while because Harry's picture never seemed to leave my head completely.
Melanie was a perfect girl. She was pretty, practiced many sports and she always managed to make you feel better. BUT not because she wanted you to feel something good. She did that because she wanted to use you to get what she wanted. Her weapon was her looks and a bunch of perfect compliments. She had a smiled that convinced people to do as she pleased and she always seemed so lovely when a teacher or any other adult were around. Actually, I wouldn't blame Harry if he liked her.
Just the thought of that made me feel bad again.
No. I couldn't be acting like a 12-year-old girl who thinks she might be in love. I had to relax and act the most mature way I could. Besides, what if Harry did like me? It could be just one of Melanie's tricks to get me out of her way.
Suddenly I felt something in my pocket move and I realized it was my cellphone. I was glad I had it on silence cause the teacher had just asked me something and still had her eyes on me. I waited for her to look away and I carefully took it out and saw I had a new message from a number that was not in my contact list. I opened it curiously.
New number:
Heyyy! I finally got your number.
Sorry I didn't ask you for it last night.
It took me a second, but when I knew who it was I couldn't help but smile. I immediately saved it as 'Harry :)' and then replied.
Jen:
Hi! What a day it was, right?
About a minute passed between every text message.
Harry :)
Well, idk you but to me it was great.
I didn’t see you at the entrance :(
I smiled at his words and the teacher looked at me suspiciously. I waited again hoping she’d look away, but this time it took longer. I couldn’t risk to get my phone taken away, my parents were already worried enough that I got lost having my phone with me, so I waited.
Suddenly I turned around just to find Pamela looking at me. Great, I had forgotten I had this class with one of the Q’s and she’d even sat right behind me. I put my phone back in my pocket and left it there. She could’ve read something and if not then I wouldn’t risk it, so I just acted normal. I knew she was staring at me. Maybe she and Claire weren’t the most brilliant girls in school, but they sure where great at catching up with anything. They were the school’s paparazzi and told Melanie everything.
The bell rang and I got up. I packed my things and got prepared to go to class with Harry. Bye bye queen.
I walked to my locker, Pamela's eyes no longer following me cause she was now applying top coat over her nails. Karen was already at her locker when I arrived.
"Seems like this Harry thing is going wild" she said.
"Yeah. It's... weird" I replied. I sighed and finally told her "This is weird, Karen. I mean let's say Harry and I both do like each other. But he has liked and dated many girls before me, including Melanie. What's going to happen?"
She laughed. "Well, he wouldn't have asked me for your phone if he weren't really interested!"
"He did what?" I asked surprised.
"Look, Jen, I bet he's kind of scared too, or whatever guys feel when they're in situations like this. But give him a chance. Open up a bit at least for this time, okay?"
I sighed. "Okay" I said.
I opened my locker to take some books out and started giggling. "You know what? You are right! I'm acting so immature. Actually, this time it's me who's going to ask him---"
Someone suddenly interrupted me.
"Who are you talking to?" The voice was slow and sounded amused. I closed my locker confused and I froze when I saw him.
"I..." I couldn't manage to say anything, I just stood there staring at Harry's green eyes. He laughed showing his dimples and I looked at the ground, embarassed.
"What are you acting immature about?" he asked, still amused.
"Huh?" I mumbled looking up and met his eyes.
"Yeah, you were telling an invisible person that you were acting immature. Do you see ghosts, Jennifer?"
"Ha-ha, very funny" I said grabbing my schoolback and starting to walk, Harry following me. "I didn't say anything, you're the one who hears things".
"Sure, right". He said.
I felt my school back slip off my shoulder, but it did not fall to the ground, it was actually Harry carrying it.
"What are you doing?" I asked, immediately regretting such a silly question.
He did not answer it, anyways. He just sweetly smiled at me and then continued walking next to me.
Again I felt people staring at us and I started feeling a bit unconfortable. I scratched my head awkwardly but continued walking as well, trying not to meet anyone's eyes.
"Well, we're here", Harry said leaving my schoolbag at my usual seat. I managed to thank him before the teacher asked everyone to sit down and be quiet. He winked at me and walked to his seat. We had two periods of that class with a recess inbetween, which meant I'd have time to talk to him.
Karen was right, I should open a bit more to him. I wouldn't let myself ruin this.
******
*Melanie's P.O.V*
I watched as Harry got out of his classroom and happily walked towards Jennifer. Or was it Jessica? I leant against the wall and blew a strand of my hair off my face.
"Hey, Claire" I said taking her by the arm the moment she walked past me. "Who is she?"
She stared at me for a few seconds before replying. "She's the girl who we told everyone made Harry get kidnapped".
"Oh, so she's the one. Jessica?"
"Jennifer"
Jennifer, got it. Well, I definitely didn't like her. I heard they had got lost the day before and rumours about them being affective weren't definitely funny. A minute later Pamela joined us, her hand smelling like fresh nail polish.
"How are the rumours going? What else do you know?" I asked.
"Well, the rumours are fine, but not the other part of the plan" said Pamela.
"What do you mean?" I said brushing some dirt off my white Converse.
"I had this last class with her and she received a couple of messages.... Well actually I'm not sure it was him, but it could've been".
I looked at her annoyed. "Look, I need reliable information. Why would it have been Harry who was texting her?"
She then explained how she saw he had spoken to Jennifer's inseparable friend and he had handed out his cellphone to her for just a moment, then she gave it back after writing something.
"Besides, she seemed pretty happy" Pamela added.
Suddenly Harry and Jennifer started walking away, probably towards their next class. He was even carrying her schoolbag. I suddenly felt anger arouse inside of my stomach, he had never done that to me. Harry was a gentleman, but how come he's nicer to her than to me?
"We have to plan something, girls". I demanded.
"Like what?" asked Claire, innocently.
"I don't know, we'll talk about it in the recess. I have to go to class". I crouched to grab my backpack and turned around flipping my hair. "Think about something meanwhile" I managed to say before turning the corner and disappearing.
Ok, Jennifer, calm down, I told myself. It's you who Harry likes, it has to be.
The class started and it helped me to concentrate on something else at least for a while because Harry's picture never seemed to leave my head completely.
Melanie was a perfect girl. She was pretty, practiced many sports and she always managed to make you feel better. BUT not because she wanted you to feel something good. She did that because she wanted to use you to get what she wanted. Her weapon was her looks and a bunch of perfect compliments. She had a smiled that convinced people to do as she pleased and she always seemed so lovely when a teacher or any other adult were around. Actually, I wouldn't blame Harry if he liked her.
Just the thought of that made me feel bad again.
No. I couldn't be acting like a 12-year-old girl who thinks she might be in love. I had to relax and act the most mature way I could. Besides, what if Harry did like me? It could be just one of Melanie's tricks to get me out of her way.
Suddenly I felt something in my pocket move and I realized it was my cellphone. I was glad I had it on silence cause the teacher had just asked me something and still had her eyes on me. I waited for her to look away and I carefully took it out and saw I had a new message from a number that was not in my contact list. I opened it curiously.
New number:
Heyyy! I finally got your number.
Sorry I didn't ask you for it last night.
It took me a second, but when I knew who it was I couldn't help but smile. I immediately saved it as 'Harry :)' and then replied.
Jen:
Hi! What a day it was, right?
About a minute passed between every text message.
Harry :)
Well, idk you but to me it was great.
I didn’t see you at the entrance :(
I smiled at his words and the teacher looked at me suspiciously. I waited again hoping she’d look away, but this time it took longer. I couldn’t risk to get my phone taken away, my parents were already worried enough that I got lost having my phone with me, so I waited.
Suddenly I turned around just to find Pamela looking at me. Great, I had forgotten I had this class with one of the Q’s and she’d even sat right behind me. I put my phone back in my pocket and left it there. She could’ve read something and if not then I wouldn’t risk it, so I just acted normal. I knew she was staring at me. Maybe she and Claire weren’t the most brilliant girls in school, but they sure where great at catching up with anything. They were the school’s paparazzi and told Melanie everything.
The bell rang and I got up. I packed my things and got prepared to go to class with Harry. Bye bye queen.
I walked to my locker, Pamela's eyes no longer following me cause she was now applying top coat over her nails. Karen was already at her locker when I arrived.
"Seems like this Harry thing is going wild" she said.
"Yeah. It's... weird" I replied. I sighed and finally told her "This is weird, Karen. I mean let's say Harry and I both do like each other. But he has liked and dated many girls before me, including Melanie. What's going to happen?"
She laughed. "Well, he wouldn't have asked me for your phone if he weren't really interested!"
"He did what?" I asked surprised.
"Look, Jen, I bet he's kind of scared too, or whatever guys feel when they're in situations like this. But give him a chance. Open up a bit at least for this time, okay?"
I sighed. "Okay" I said.
I opened my locker to take some books out and started giggling. "You know what? You are right! I'm acting so immature. Actually, this time it's me who's going to ask him---"
Someone suddenly interrupted me.
"Who are you talking to?" The voice was slow and sounded amused. I closed my locker confused and I froze when I saw him.
"I..." I couldn't manage to say anything, I just stood there staring at Harry's green eyes. He laughed showing his dimples and I looked at the ground, embarassed.
"What are you acting immature about?" he asked, still amused.
"Huh?" I mumbled looking up and met his eyes.
"Yeah, you were telling an invisible person that you were acting immature. Do you see ghosts, Jennifer?"
"Ha-ha, very funny" I said grabbing my schoolback and starting to walk, Harry following me. "I didn't say anything, you're the one who hears things".
"Sure, right". He said.
I felt my school back slip off my shoulder, but it did not fall to the ground, it was actually Harry carrying it.
"What are you doing?" I asked, immediately regretting such a silly question.
He did not answer it, anyways. He just sweetly smiled at me and then continued walking next to me.
Again I felt people staring at us and I started feeling a bit unconfortable. I scratched my head awkwardly but continued walking as well, trying not to meet anyone's eyes.
"Well, we're here", Harry said leaving my schoolbag at my usual seat. I managed to thank him before the teacher asked everyone to sit down and be quiet. He winked at me and walked to his seat. We had two periods of that class with a recess inbetween, which meant I'd have time to talk to him.
Karen was right, I should open a bit more to him. I wouldn't let myself ruin this.
******
*Melanie's P.O.V*
I watched as Harry got out of his classroom and happily walked towards Jennifer. Or was it Jessica? I leant against the wall and blew a strand of my hair off my face.
"Hey, Claire" I said taking her by the arm the moment she walked past me. "Who is she?"
She stared at me for a few seconds before replying. "She's the girl who we told everyone made Harry get kidnapped".
"Oh, so she's the one. Jessica?"
"Jennifer"
Jennifer, got it. Well, I definitely didn't like her. I heard they had got lost the day before and rumours about them being affective weren't definitely funny. A minute later Pamela joined us, her hand smelling like fresh nail polish.
"How are the rumours going? What else do you know?" I asked.
"Well, the rumours are fine, but not the other part of the plan" said Pamela.
"What do you mean?" I said brushing some dirt off my white Converse.
"I had this last class with her and she received a couple of messages.... Well actually I'm not sure it was him, but it could've been".
I looked at her annoyed. "Look, I need reliable information. Why would it have been Harry who was texting her?"
She then explained how she saw he had spoken to Jennifer's inseparable friend and he had handed out his cellphone to her for just a moment, then she gave it back after writing something.
"Besides, she seemed pretty happy" Pamela added.
Suddenly Harry and Jennifer started walking away, probably towards their next class. He was even carrying her schoolbag. I suddenly felt anger arouse inside of my stomach, he had never done that to me. Harry was a gentleman, but how come he's nicer to her than to me?
"We have to plan something, girls". I demanded.
"Like what?" asked Claire, innocently.
"I don't know, we'll talk about it in the recess. I have to go to class". I crouched to grab my backpack and turned around flipping my hair. "Think about something meanwhile" I managed to say before turning the corner and disappearing.
Notes
What has Melanie got in mind? ;) hmmmTell me what you think of this, please!
11/25/13