Harry stuck out his hand.
“Sophie,” I said, shaking his out-stretched hand. He smiled.
“So can I walk you home, Sophie?” he asked. I sighed, starting to walk. He laughed, catching up to me and slinging an arm over my shoulder. I grabbed one of his fingers with two of mine and pulled his arm back off my shoulders.
He laughed, holding his hands up in defeat. I shot him a look and his face turned serious, the laughter hiding in his eyes and in the corner of his mouth which was lifted slightly. I rolled my eyes.
“What’s your problem?” he asked, walking beside me, “Are you one of those girls who's all dark and mysterious, then she takes off her glasses and that amazingly scary ear spike and you realize that, you know, she was beautiful the whole time?” I stared at him.
“Did you seriously just quote Pitch Perfect?” I asked. He just smiled. I shook my head, “And right now, you’re problem.”
“Oh,” he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.
“My house is right there,” I said, pointing to the light blue structure with half the lights on and yelling from it. I sighed internally. I stood awkwardly, “Thank you.” I gave him a quick hug and ran off to my house.
***
Next Day at School
***
I climbed off the bus and within walking a foot or two, was covered in a hug by Liam.
“Can’t. Breathe,” I laughed and let go, grabbing my shoulders.
“What the hell happened to you?” he asked worriedly.
“Nothing,” I lied, holding his cheek with my hand, trying to calm him down, “My parents caught me sneaking back in and took my phone, but I’m getting it back when I get home.”
“You are a horrible liar,” he said holding my chin, “Now tell me everything. Starting with this!” he exclaimed, pointing to the red mark at my jaw line that douche-dick Matt had left. I sighed, explaining what happened as we walked towards the courtyard.
“Why didn’t you tell me?!” he asked, concern and worry brewing in his eyes.
“This is why,” I said, holding his face in both hands. He sighed, hugging me again.
“Just remember to call me next time?” he said, holding me back at arms length again. I nodded and he kissed my forehead.
“Allons-y!” I said.
“Stop that!” Liam said.
“Stop what?”
“Talking in French!”
Mais, j’adore parler français!”
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING!”
“Good!” I laughed, “Now let’s go, the bell’s about to ring!”
