Settle down

Chapter 11

As I'm standing among all the shoes and jackets, I feel warm and happy inside. I can't really believe what happened. It was only five minutes ago, yet it feels like a lifetime or a story that isn't my life.

I go back to the living room and the first thing I see is Dora, sound asleep, and in the other sofa is Sally with tears in her eyes. I can't believe her. Grease isn't a sad movie, but she is crying.

When she notice my presence, she quickly pauses the movie and turns her focus to me.

"What that who I think it was? And where you doing what I think you were doing?" She says with a grin and big eyes.

"I don't know who you thought it was, but his name is Harry and NO we didn't what you are thinking!" I quickly say. I didn't sound too convincing though.

"Well what was he doing here then, for such a short period of time. And why were you in your room the entire time? You don't wanna share the goodness?" She says cheekily. To be honest, I wouldn't want to share Harry.

"What? Eww. We weren't doing that. I was just showing him our french project that we are working on!" I can't believe that I'm actually lying in her face when she practically saw what happened in there herself.

"Okay Lola. I'm going to pretend that I believe you, but I am friends with Paul who happens to be in your french class and he said the project was do over a week ago. I'm also going to pretend that you aren't glowing and blushing and that your hair is everywhere when you had it in a pony tail 20 minutes ago." She says with a smirk. I blush even more and hide my face in my hands.

"Yes, I know my stuff." She says proudly. She does know her stuff. Either that or I'm way to obvious.

I wonder what this means for us. Me and Harry that is. Are we a "thing" now or was this just a stupid friends with benefits thing? I mean we did say that we are friends, so I suppose that this was just a one time thing. We were just caught in the moment and it didn't mean anything. That's probably it. It won't happen again, I'm sure.

My plan now is to just act as I did before this happened. I wouldn't want to scare him off by being clingy and weird.

I feel like I'm torn. A part of me want to go exclusive with Harry. The way our lips moved together like they were made for it and the way he made me forget about the world around us. Just imagine how lovely it would be to be with him open and honest about my feelings. I wonder how he is like a boyfriend. Maybe he is sweet and gentle or maybe he's protective and worrying.

Lola stop it!

Anyway. The other part of me just wished this never happened. I would have been just fine without knowing that when his hands held me by my waist, my skin tingled and when our lips met a jolt of electricity went through me.

Ugh. I can't even think straight

For now we are just friends and it will stay that way until we are ready. I will not jump into a non-serious relationship with a guy that I don't even know.

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I slept like a baby all night and Sally and I are on our way to school. We didn't talk much more about Harry last night, which I'm glad for. I think she understood what was going on and chose to leave it. For now at least.

The biology class takes forever to end. We have a substitute teacher so no one is really working. I'm finished with all the work for this unit already so I am guilt free talking to Sally about this weekend. It's friday today and we are planning to go out tomorrow night. We're only 17 years old so we aren't talking about going to a bar or anything, but we'll find something to do. There is always something to do a saturday night in the city.

The class finally comes to an end and I grow nervous. I have french now and that means seeing Harry again. I decide to not hurry to class today, instead I bump into Paul and walk with him since he is also in the french class.

"Hey Paul." I greet him when I approach him in the hallway.

"Well hello to you to babe." He answers. Oh lord. Why does he have to call me babe?

"Do you call every girl babe?" I ask as we start walking towards the class room.

"That depends entirely on if the girl is babe material or not." He says with a creepy grin on his face.

"Well, I don't consider myself 'babe material'so you are more that welcome to call me Lola." I say with a laugh. We enter the class room and Harry's eyes dart towards me and then they move to Paul.

"I'll think about it. Hey, are you sitting with me today?" He asks. I don't want to make Harry think that I am avoiding him.

"Sorry P, no glasses." I say and walk up to the front and take a seat next to Harry.

"Good morning." I try to say as casual as possible.

"Hey", he says. "Did you lift with your boyfriend to school?" He asks coldly not even bothering to lift his eyes from his hands. What? Paul, my boyfriend?

"One, I drove myself to school. Two, Paul is not my boyfriend." I whisper the last part. What the heck is wrong with him?

"That's a shame, you would be a cute couple."He says and looks up at me.

"If you want me to go away you can just say so, you know. You don't have to be so rude." I can feel my blood beginning to boil. This is so frustrating. Is he acting like this because I came with Paul?

He doesn't respond, instead he just shrugs and looks down at his hands again.

I begin to stand and I'm about to walk to possible seats far away from Harry when he grabs my hand and looks up at me.

"Sit back down." He says with a dark voice.

"Excuse me?" I ask. Did he just demand me to sit next to him. That does not work for me.

"I'm sorry. Please sit back down, I didn't mean to be rude." He slightly blushes and I sit down again. He still holds my hand and when he notice it he quickly let me go.

When the other students enter the class room a tall guy called Tim comes to the front.

"Hey Lola. Is this seat taken?" He asks and look at me.

"Um. No, go ahead." I respond normally.

"Thanks."

Harry's hand move to my back and once again I can see his eyes darken. What the hell is wrong with him today.

"How does he know your name?" Harry leans in and whispers to me.

"How am I supposed to know?" I whisper back and smile to him. As I do so his tensed face slightly relax. For the rest of the class his hand is placed on the back of my chair.