Grace Notes

Chapter 8

Lola's POV-

Let me just put this out there-traffic sucks. I had left my house at 7:50 to get the class. It was about a three to five minute drive, plus I calculated in time to actually walk to the building from the parking garage and then make my way to the classroom. But for some reason, I suppose everyone decided they needed to get out and do something on a freaking Tuesday. It wasn't even rush hour.

By the time I walked into class, Professor Styles had already started talking. I felt a bit awkward as I tried to casually make my way to my seat. Everyone knew that I was late since my chair was at the literal front and center of the class. I focused on making myself appear that I was unbothered by the delay, although Professor Styles turned and stared at me while I unloaded my backpack, only making my uncomfortable worse.

The room was silent...well, except for the zipper on my bag as I rummaged for my laptop whilst struggling to compress the lump in my throat. Harry continued to gawk at what I was doing, his eyes flickering with slight annoyance.

After opening my laptop, I looked up at him, puzzled as to why he hadn't just continued talking rather than making a point to pause while I got situated.

Sighing, he shook his head at me and went over to the little table at the front of the room. He picked up his glasses and propped them on the bridge of his nose. Then he took his clipboard and a pen and wrote something down. After clicking the top of the pen to close it, his emerald eyes flicked back to me.

"Unfortunately, Miss Sailor, that has to count as a tardy"

"I'm sorry, Professor Styles" I shrugged. "Traffic was really bad. It won't happen again"

"Perhaps Thursday you should plan to leave a few minutes earlier?" he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Yes, Sir" I nodded, sliding down in my seat a little.

"Back to what I was discussing before I was interrupted" his eyes rolled back into his head before he turned to face the whiteboard.

As he began to draw out a grand staff, along with the treble and bass clefs, with the squeaky Expo marker, my phone lit up beside me on the table. I glanced down at it and saw that it was from Sarah.

Sarah Evergreen: Guess what!!??!!

I twisted around in my chair and gave her a confused look. I wasn't sure how whatever she wanted to tell me couldn't wait an hour and a half, but she looked so excited like she couldn't possibly sit still.

Me: What??

Sarah Evergreen: I asked Grayson if he wants to hang out with us at the park after classsss!!!!!

Me: Us??

Sarah Evergreen: Well, I didn't want to be alone with him when I don't know him that well, so I drafted you to be a third wheel...

Me: How kind of you...

Sarah Evergreen: Anyways, he said 'yes'!!!!

I began to type out a response, but before I could even hit send, a hand filled with rings and a tiny cross tattoo covered my screen. I didn't have to look up to know it was Harry. Slowly, he pulled the device away from me and walked back up to the front of the class. Softly, he set it down on his table and gave me a warning look.

I wondered if he was having a bad day, or something. He had never acted like he was irritated with me before, but I also hadn't been on my phone in class last week, either. I hated confrontation, and I hated being in trouble equally, if not more.