Settle down

Chapter 13

Lola's P.O.V

So, French class was a fiasco. Before I get to go home and feel sorry for myself, I have two more classes and one of them is history.

As I open my locker to get my things I notice that my stuff isn't there. Oh shit. Someone's been in my locker. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I check if my wallet is still there. Phew. It is, and all my money is still there. Who would break into someones locker and steal a pencil case and notebooks?

Wait.

Harry.

Fuck.

Crap. My things are in Harry's locker and I have no clue where he is. He wasn't in the lunch room. Maybe he went home. No, please Harry. I'll go to class and hopefully Harry will remember to bring my stuff there as well.

Harry's locker is on the way to the class room, so I suppose I can check if he's there.

I'm not sure if this is a good or a bad thing, but as I get closer to the lockers I see Harry and his freaky friends by his locker. Oh no. Why isn't he alone. I wish he was, so I could talk to him. Well, I'm gonna get my stuff whether he is alone or not.

They are talking rather loudly and when I approach them, they all goes silent and watches me like I'm some kind of animal. Now that I'm close I also see that Harry has a girl under his arm. Shit. I can feel my face turning red.

"Hi, um I was just wondering if I could get my notebook?" I say looking down at my feet. The confidence I thought I would have is not there. I sound like a nervous child.

"Excuse me, but who the hell are you?" The girl under Harry's arm says rudely.

"Uh, My name is Lola and....." I'm interrupted by the girl again.

"I don't care." Oh god. They're gonna kill me.

"Harry, do you have my things?" I say and look at him. His eyes look at me confused, like he is wondering if he should be nice or rude to me. He opens his mouth like he's about to say anything, but his friend beats him.

"Harry, where have you been hiding this cutie?" He grabs my waist and pulls me close to him. Ugh. I look at Harry for help, but he looks away. The creepy guy is about to kiss me when I jerk away and leave. What the hell. That went so much worse than I expected. What bothers me is that all I'm thinking about is that girl Harry was holding.

I walk to the class room feeling humiliated and mad. I take a seat at the front of the class without pencils and notebooks. Damn Harry.

Tim from my french class sit down next to me and it looks like he has got some spare papers.

"Hey Tim. I didn't know we had history together." I did know that, but I have to be nice.

"Oh, hi Lola." He replies.

"I'm so sorry to bother you, but my locker didn't want to work with me today so I couldn't get my notebooks and pens out. Do you maybe have some spare papers and a pencil I could borrow?"

"Oh yeah, sure Lola. Here you go." He says and hands me some papers and a pencil. I really am so grateful. I hate not being able to take notes.

When the class is over I hurry out the class room. I could feel Harry's eyes on me throughout the whole class. I'm too mad at him to try to talk to him again.

As the watch shows 3.30 the last class is finished and I head home. I would really appreciate if Sally could come along but she said that she had to work today. Ugh. That reminds me again that I have to get a job.

Sally's P.O.V

I feel so sorry for Lola. This was not her day. We were hyping so much after they kissed, (Lola told me that it was only one kiss but I doubt that was the case.) but today was a disaster according to her. She told me that she fought with Harry at french and then she was ignored by him later. She looked so miserable, all I want is to be with her right now, but if I ditch my job again I'm gonna get fired and I can't let that happen.

I go directly from school to my job. I work at the bookstore in town and I really do love it. My fellow workers are more like a family to me than colleagues.

"Hey John! I'm so sorry I haven't been here for a while. Am I fired? Please say no." I say and put my hands together as if I'm praying.

"No Sally, you are not fired, but you do have to come more often. I've been covering for you all week and if Phil gets to know that, you're screwed." He says. Phil is our boss and John is one of my best friends.

"Thank you John, really!" I say and hug him. I got this job because I used to hang here a lot. When my other friends went to parties and got drunk, I went here. After a while I knew the people here really well and I had read almost everything they had and so they offered me a job. Imagine that. I get paid to hang out at my favorite place ever and be with my bestie and help smart and ambitious people. Dream.

Since I haven't been here for a while, John made me trade times with him. That means that I have to close the shop today. It's kind of scary to close the shop, because the room is so old and when it's dark it looks like the set of a scary movie. Also it's dark outside and I always fear that I'm gonna get murdered or something.

I turn all the lights off and walk out the door. I dig for the key in my bag and lock the door. As I'm walking on the sidewalk on the way home I try to find my phone in my bag. Suddenly it feels like I'm walking into a wall and I fall to the ground. I look up and see a large man. I quickly stand up. He looks furious.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hit you. I was looking down in my bag and wasn't paying attention. I'm sorry, are you okay?" I say.

"What the hell is the matter with you? Are you retarded? You can't hit me like that." He screams and pushes me so I once again fall back. I hit my head on the ground. Shit, that hurts. The man walks towards me and I think that he's gonna kick me, but someone walks in between us.

"Hey. Leave her alone you fucking prick. She said she's sorry. You already pushed her to the ground. I think she's had enough. Now keep walking you wuss." The guy says to the one pushing me. The pusher walks away and the other guy curses under his breath. When he sees me, he reach out his hand for me to take.

"Thank you so much, really. I thought he would kill me or something." The guy has kind blue eyes and blond hair. He looks like a mommy's boy yet a bad boy at the same time.

"Yeah whatever, no problem. Be careful next time." He says and quickly walks away. That was odd. I wish he would have said his name.

Well, this is a story that might cheer Lola up. I'll call her later. Poor girl.