the freshmen 500 || h.s

Chapter 4

I walk out of the girl's bathroom wearing Harry's rolling stones shirt. I find him leaning against the wall, waiting for me.

"Shit." He mumbles.

"What?" I ask, looking down at his shirt.

"It's nothing. I just think girls look really hot when they wear my clothes." He replies as if it's nothing. Like he's said it a hundred times. He lifts his hand up and rubs the back of his neck.

I can practically feel my face growing red from his response. I look at the floor, distracting myself from this suddenly awkward conversation. He looks at me for a second then he seems to snap out of his trance.

"Does the shirt fit ok?" He asks, looking me up and down. I suddenly feel self conscious.

"Uh, it's a little big obviously." The shirt reaches mid thigh but I won't complain. I like over sized shirts.

"Yeah." He smirks, reviling a dimple.

I can't deny, he's extremely gorgeous. But I also can't deny that he looks much older than me..a junior maybe?

"Well I have to get back to class or Ms. Smith will realize it's taken me ten minutes to drop off paint." I laugh.

"Ms. Smith? For seventh period? You're a freshman?" He seems surprised but not mad for some reason. I would've thought that he'd be fuming when he found out how young I was.

"Yeah, and you're a junior?" If he was a senior, I knew I was swimming with sharks. Liam had told me to stay away from upperclassmen. Especially seniors. He told me about how he used to be bullied by juniors and seniors when he was my age. But I don't think Harry would hurt me. We're friends..I think.

"Senior actually. You're really a freshmen? I would've taken you as a sophomore or junior with your height." I sigh. Everyone always has to comment on my height. How it makes me look so much older than I actually am.

"Yeah, I'm really a freshman." I find it annoying how I have to keep repeating myself. He's a senior, shouldn't he be a little smarter?

"Interesting." He rubs his chin but then looks at the clock that's hanging from the ceiling. "You're right, we should go. I'll see you tomorrow." He winks and leaves for his class.

I was surprised that he didn't want to stop being friends after finding out my grade. He seemed almost intrigued. His words kept replaying in my head. I'll see you tomorrow.

I shook my head. I'm way to early into my teenage years to start 'decoding' what boys say but I can't stop thinking of the way he said that.

He said I was hot when I wore his shirt. Does that mean he likes me? Does he not care about our age difference? All of these questions filled my mind, leaving me completely confused.

When I got back to class, Ms. Smith didn't question why it took me so long. For that, I was thankful.

. . .

"We're home!" I yelled through the door as Liam and I walked inside. We both sat on the couch and I turned on the television.

"So how was your first day?" Liam asked. I knew he wasn't the least bit interested. He just wanted someone to talk to since my dad was no where to be seen.

"It was good." I simply replied.

"Did you make any friends?"

"Why do you keep asking me these things? I know you don't care about my answer." I asked him this partly because I was curious but also because I didn't want to tell him that the only friend I made was a boy. He would go into full big brother mode, asking me even more questions about him.

"Actually, I am interested. My first day of high school was hell. I just wanted to make sure yours was better." I smiled sympathetically. "Really, did you make any friends."

Here it comes. I knew I'd have to tell him at some point. I was just hoping it wouldn't be for a while.

"One." I stated.

"Care to elaborate?" He's pushing me. I find myself wondering if I should lie to him but what would that do for me?

"A guy." I cringe, waiting for his response.

"A guy who's your friend?" Here comes the overprotective mode.

"Well yeah but you have nothing to worry about. We won't be anything more than friends." He nods, dropping the subject. I'm relieved that I don't have to tell him Harry's name. Knowing that they're in the same grade, if I tell him who my 'friend' is, he'll surely catch on. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to coddle you anymore. You're a big girl now and I trust that you'll make the right decisions with this...guy." He attempts a smile. "Thanks Liam." I definitely dodged a bullet with that conversation.

He dismisses himself to his room, leaving me alone to think about a pair of fiery, green eyes.

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