serendipity [h.s.]

seven

No song because my songs never match I'm sorry ):

Harry follows me out of class and he asks what I wrote about. I explain my whole process of the way my ideas flowed and how I pieced them all together. He nods and hums as I talk, but I soon stop myself before I get too involved. I think he notices but he doesn’t say anything. He wraps an arms around me as we walk and I look at him with confusion.

“What’s the matter?” He asks, voice laced in humor.

“I don’t say this with any intent of coming off rude… but why are you touching me?” I question as I slightly shrug off his arm.

He laughs as we walk through the halls and shifts the books in his arms. “You’re so strange. Do you know that?”

I stay quiet.

“Joe?” He pushes when I don’t reply.

“I suppose many would see me as strange… I don’t understand how my question would trigger such a response as it was a question  to gather further knowledge.”

He stares at me and I at him. We approach the entrance to the library. My sixth period is usually spent reading books- hardly anyone comes to check out the ones the library provides anymore.

“I just don’t understand why you'd ask that question,”  he explains.

“Making physical contact with a human of the opposite sex in such a way is very rare for someone like me.” I look at the sneakers adorning my feet.

“Someone like you?” He asks referencing to my past sentence.

“Yes.”

“And what’s wrong with you? Why do you refer to yourself in such a way?”

I stay silent for a moment, not because I need time to answer his question, but because I think about the way we are talking and how it is very strange for the vocabulary of most of the student body.

I answer him.

“Because I’m strange. You said so yourself,” I point out.

“I did,” he admits. “But you’re the type of strange that enthralls me, you do not repel me.”  

“Many don’t see it that way...:” I trail off as the bell rings. “What’s your sixth period anyway?”

A smirk appears and it’s mischievous.

“No…” I shake my head as he bites his lips and nods.

“Oh yes.”

***

So, sixth period is spent with Harry throwing paper balls at me as I desperately try to read. I question why he got moved in here and he just smirks and throws more things at me.

He’s so childish.

Calculus is spent taking a quiz that I finish in twenty minutes. The first done. Harry follows a minute later. I pull out my book and make up for the time lost during sixth. Class ends and then I exit the school. Harry and I have early release.

“The weather is nice, isn’t it?”

I glance up at the sky and notice the scattered clouds. Stratus clouds to be more specific, which indicate there might be a slight drizzle but nothing more.

“Yes.” I answer.

“Do you want to go to the library and go over notes? We could go get coffee?”

I think about what I have planned for the rest of the day. Ever since my parents new found information on Jessica, I no longer have sessions. Which, as I newly noticed, leaves me a lot of extra time in my hours after school.