invisible

Chapter 7

As the lesson dragged on I tried my best to ignore Harry's stares.

I was fixing on the math problem but I had some point where I just had no clue what to do.

But I wouldn't ask Harry.

It was after two-thirds of the lesson that Harry went into action again.

I could feel his warm hand on my lower thigh, my eyes widening.

"Do you have something you cannot solve?" he asked with a note of complacency his voice.

"Get your fucking hand off me, Styles" I hissed quietly.

"I could help you" he offered but it wasn't honest, his hand slowly moving upwards.

My mind was already racing.

I couldn't endure this any longer. I pressed my hand onto his so that he had no choice but to stop.

I might have done this a bit too demonstrative for Mr Cullum asked if there was something wrong.

"No, nothing. I am just explaining this exercise to Harry" I smiled and pushed the aggressive thoughts of pushing Harry out of the window out of my mind just as his hand off my lap.

But he wasn't going to give in that easily.

I only knew him for like days now but I was sure of that.

"You are really a strange girl. Hardly anyone else would have rejected my offer as easily as you did" he breathed into my hear.

All I could do was rolling my eyes because that was such a typical guy-behaviour.

Thinking they were the best, the hottest, the coolest and the most desired human beings on this planet.

Honestly.... if this was going to continue I would probably just fall for Lauren or so.

But I knew deep inside I couldn't because this manner of the boys - how stupid it might be - kind of appealed to me.

"I suppose you only met inappropiate girls then" I said as cold as I could. "Because no girl in her right mind would have tolerated you"

Even as I spoke out those words I knew that it was not true because if we hadn't been in class or in any public place at all I would have accepted his "help" - maybe.

"Tat tat tat" he rebuked me. "You are talking of your friends here"

What?

No.

They were all so astonished when they found out about the thing with me and Harry.

"No" I whispered.

"Si, ma cherie" french wasn't exactly bad and especially not to me as it was my epitome of sensitiveness and love and seeing Harry using it just made him even more attractive.