Settle down

Chapter 12

French class finally comes to an end and it's time for lunch. I'm usually not hungry at this time, but today apparently is an exception. I always eat with Sally and the others (that I really don't give a shit about, but they hang around Sally at all times.) and I wonder who and where Harry eat. I can't remember seeing him in the cafeteria.

I'm always the last one to leave the class room, due to my endless collection of colored pens laying all over my place. Everyone has left the class room, even the teacher and I hear a long sigh behind me.

"Could you possibly be any slower?" Harry asks in a slightly annoyed tone. Is he seriously still mad about me arriving with Paul.

"Sorry, you can leave if you want." I tell him, not really wanting him to leave. The luck seems to be on my side because he stays. As I finish packing up my pens, Harry has had it. He grabs my notebooks with his free hand and takes the lead out of the class room. He never brings anything to class so he can't be judging me.

"Harry?! You never bring notebooks or pencils to class, but if you did I'm sure you would be slow to." I say from behind. I don't even know if he heard me.

"Well, everyone else that does bring unnecessary items to class somehow made it out before you." He obviously heard me. He really does sound mad. What the hell. What did I do? I stop dead in my tracks and watch him continue walking. When he notice that I'm not behind him, he looks back at me.

"What is the matter?" He asks in once again, an annoyed voice.

"Are you mad at me for entering the class room with Paul this morning?" I ask, still standing still 20 meters from Harry. He starts walking towards me and as he grabs my arm he responds.

"You can arrive with whoever you want honey..." He says in a pretend nice voice, then he continue.

"We are not together." He doesn't look at me, but he holds my arm in a tight grip. I look at him and jerk away.

"Exactly Harry! We are NOT together, so why are you being so mad at me for coming with Paul this morning!?" I raise my voice at him.

"I told you this is not about Paul! Where is your damn locker, I don't want to carry this shit around!" He almost yell at me. If this is not about Paul, what is it about?

"My locker is at the very end of the school." I answer his question.

"Fuck, I'm not walking there." He walks forward a few meters and opens his locker. He throws my stuff in there and walks away from me.

"Hey!? Where are you going? Where do you have lunch?" Why did he do that, I could have carried my own things to my locker. And where is he going? The cafeteria is the other way.

"I don't" He responds and seconds later he is out of my sight.

Harry's P.O.V

As I walk away from her I can feel her eyes burning into me. I can tell she is so confused.

"Hey!? Where are you going? Where do you have lunch?" She yells at me. Ouch. I always have lunch in the cafeteria. Haven't she ever seen me?

"I don't" I reply. That obviously is a lie. I'm alway hungry.

I've seen her eat with that Sasha or something and her stupid Paul. He is so fucking disgusting, I hate him. He looks at Lola as if she was a stripper or a piece of meat. She is neither of them. I can't remember feeling such hatred towards Paul earlier, but now, all I want to do is choke him. She asked me if this was about Paul. Of course it's about Paul. I was looking forward to seeing her and then she decides to walk with her pathetic boyfriend.

Lola. Why did she have to be all flirty and girly with Paul the pig in front of me. And not only that. She also had to be so sweet to that other douche that sat next to her. I don't know why I act like this. I don't know why she makes me so mad.

Why was she acting so casual and normal? Normally when I've kissed a girl like I did her, they are hanging on to me, begging for more. She was like it never happened. And why do I even care. It's not like I like her. Right?

Fuck.

Lola's P.O.V

I walk to the cafeteria, trying to shake off what just happened. I'm so confused and for some reason I feel bad. I feel like I should have handled things differently. When I enter the cafeteria and spot Sally, I feel better.

I walk over to her table and take a seat, but I don't grab any food. For some reason I'm not hungry anymore.

"Hey girl. How was french class" Sally says with a smirk on her face. I told her that Harry and I have french together. Maybe it was a mistake to get so girly and hyped. Last night when Harry left, we planned our whole future. We planned how Harry and I will get married, have kids, be neighbors with Sally and her husband. Ugh. That will so never happen.

"It was horrible" I say with a hopeless smile on my face. Her face changes from happy to 'what?'.

"What do you mean. Weren't you looking forward to "french class"?" Looks like french class is our new nickname for Harry.

"I was, but the french was really rude to me today. I understood nada." The others looks at us like we're stupid.

"Oh, sorry girl. We'll talk more about that later, okay?" Thank you Sally. Any more "french class" would have made us look like absolute freaks.

"Yes." I want this day to be over.