Settle down

Chapter 31

To be honest I feel great. It's Monday morning and I don't have the usual "Monday anxiety". I'm excited to see Harry and see how he is. I'm gonna have to thank him for the story he told my mom and everything. It's crazy to think that only like two days ago I dreaded to see Harry. I really wanted to stop taking french because of him and now I want to see him. I could use some therapy. I'm also really excited for this afternoon since I'm gonna work at the sports center for the first time. This is actually my first real job, but I didn't write that in my resume. I looked at my schedule and it looks rather chill, which I like. Marie told me that I will get to do harder things and more tasks when I have gotten used to everything. I told Tim and Marie about my liking of gyms and so I get to spend a lot of time there. The first hour 4-5 I'm gonna be at the counter and charge the people coming to swim. That could be fun I suppose. After that I have some time in the gym where I'm gonna make sure that everything is going well, the machines has to be used well and I will help people to not hurt themselves when trying on weights. I know that it's very easy to hurt your back if you do not use the weights properly.

Today my day is rather short, because I'm taking a test in lifesaving and CPR. If I score well I'm allowed to be a lifeguard here and if not..... well I'm not planning to fail so it doesn't matter. I'm very nervous though. But before all of that. School.

When I arrive to the french class room there is only one person there. Just like the good old days. He doesn't look up and he doesn't move. I'm feeling brave and so I walk up to my old seat.

"Hey...." I simply say. Just as I said it I regret it. He does not want ne here.... Why would he? Oh shit what have I done? He looks up at me and a smirk covers his pretty face.

"Hi there you party animal." I roll my eyes. "How bad was you head ache yesterday?" He asks and I sit down.

"Well, on a scale from one to ten.... it was probably a 12." I'm not kidding. All yesterday I thought I would throw up or pass out. Luckily I didn't.
We both go silent. I don't know what to say. Should I act like nothing has happened or should I talk about what happened. I mean he basically told me that he likes me, that like like me and he kissed me again. + he wasn't even drunk and I was. I think.

"By the way. Thanks for everything you did saturday. You know, driving me home and covering up for me to my mom, that was very nice of you." I say and try to not sound too awkward.

"Yeah, no problem. I wouldn't want to see you get in any trouble." He says and looks like this is the most casual conversation ever. How can he be so calm? I'm freaking out here!

"Thanks. That was very nice"

"Yeah, you said that..." He looks at his hands. I feel my face turning red.

"Oh..... Cool." Cool? What the heck is wrong with me? You can't say cool!

"Sure.... Cool." This is so awkward I think I might die! I've got to break this awkwardness. I've got to ask him about saturday.

"Hey, about what you said to me this Saturday... I know I was drunk, but I remember what you said and...." I on't get to finish.

"Shit, yeah about that.... I'm really sorry. I don't know why I said and did those stuff, I must have gotten a bit to caught in the situation. I understand you must have gotten quite chocked, but you should probaly just forget about it. I really don't know what got into me." He looks at me with plain neutral eyes and a face that is very hard to read. I would lie if I didn't say that this really hurts me.

"So you didn't mean any of it?" I ask and I hear my own voice sounding like a mouse. The confidence I had this morning is long gone and I feel so small and stupid.

"No Lola. I do like you, you're nice and sweet and everything. I just... everything I said to you made it sound like I would want to date you. I'm not really boyfriend material and I don't really do that thing." I really want to hit him right now. Like really hard. In the balls. And then I want to run home and cry, but I won't.
I grab my things, stand up and sit down at the very back of the class room.

"Lola what are you......"

"You're a dick! Please don't talk to me." I am not joking and I don't see what's funny in this situation but I can hear him laugh to himself as he turns back around again. Shortly after that the class room fills with students and the class begins.

Paul takes a seat next to me and starts talking, but I don't bother answering. I've had enough of boys.

...............
After lunch with Sally and her "friends" I begin the long walk to my locker. I'm not sad any longer. That passed quickly, now I'm just angry and the fact that I have to walk like 45 miles to get to my locker does not boost my mood.

On my way from my locker the hall is empty and I walk rather quickly. I look down at my watch and suddenly someone grabs me from behind and pulls me into a small room. My books and papers are all over the floor and I try to scream but nothing comes out. I don't see who's dragging me away but the moment someone's lips crashes onto mine I know exactly who it is and my anger dissolves.