Settle down

Chapter 5

The weather is nice when I look outside the window this morning. Maybe I'll walk today. When I first started driving I loved that and thought that I would never walk again, but I kind of miss it now and the way to school is not too complicated.

I plug in my headphones and get going right after breakfast. I don't start until nine today, but I like being early.

The walk to school took about 25 minutes, which is not that bad. I walk past all the cars on the parking lot and head to the big entrance. The school is rather large and Since I was new, I got the worst locker in school. It's far away from all my classes so I have to carry all my books for all classes in order to not be late to every single class.

As I leave my jacket in my locker and attempt to get the books out a loud and cheery voice makes me jump.
"Lola!!! Hey, we have biology now. Are you excited or what?" She says. What kind of question is that?
"Hey Sally. How are you? You weren't here yesterday." I respond. I don't want to answer the question about me being excited, because I am not.
"Oh, don't you worry about me Lola! I wasn't ill for real." What is that supposed to mean? I'm not even going to bother asking.
"Right, okay. We better go to class." I end the conversation.

The biology class is so long. I don't understand how one hour can be so different depending on what you do.

When Ms.Nowak lets us go, I rapidly head to French. I want to ask Harry if he's okay. Paul was very rude to him yesterday, and I have no clue why.

I want to be the first into the class but When I get to the classroom someone is already sitting there. How the hell can Hej, hej! Be so fast? I practically ran here and he's still the first one here.

"How can you get here so fast!?" I yell to the front of the class. Harry looks back at me but the answer is not loud enough to hear. He just mumbles.
I walk to the front and sit down next to him.

"Are you okay?" I carefully ask. He doesn't seem to be to happy.
"Why wouldn't I be?" He answers without looking at me.
"Well... I mean... Um, I just... I couldn't help but notice some tension between you and Paul yesterday."
"Oh, your boyfriend? No, he is absolutely lovely." He is ironic, but not a hint of amusement can be found.
"That crazy weirdo is NOT my boyfriend!" I yell at him. He is so strange. Yesterday we had a really good time, but now he is back to hating me.
"Be careful babe" He mocks. Great. So he heard Paul's nickname for me.
"Fine. Hate on me." Speaking of the devil. Just as I was getting something out of Harry, the "babe" himself enters the room. Does he even take French?

"Oh my god! Lola, babe! Do you take French to? How nice." He stands at the back of the classroom. His eyes dart to Harry and he rolls his eyes.
"Lola, come sit with me." He says. this boy is used to getting what he wants. That was not even a question, it was a statement.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I would love to, but I forgot my glasses this morning and I'm basically blind." As I say this I hear a light chuckle beside me.
Paul looks annoyed and takes his seat at the back.
"You don't have glasses, do yo?" Harry asks.
"Nope. But he doesn't know that." I say with a smile. Harry's lips form a smile causing his dimples to show.

I take what I said about him back. He does look like a Harry.