Settle down

Chapter 32

I recognize the taste of Harry's lips covering mine and my body follow his every move. My head is screaming for me to stop, to push him away and to yell at him, but my body has lost contact with my brain. He stopps the kissing and creates a space between us that is the size of a grain of rise. I feel myself getting desperate for his touch again. I move towards him in an attempt to close the space between us, but his hands goes to my face and holds me in place a few millimeters away from him. He's teasing me. I open my eyes slightly to see him and I instantly get eye contact with him. His eyes are filled with lust and his lips connect with my skin again. He places gentle kisses along my jaw and down my neck. I pull him closer to me and a soft moan leaves his lips. I don't want to push him away, I don't want this to end. But it has to.

"Harry...." I try to speak but the sound does not come out very loud or confident. If I would describe myself with one word right now it would be spaghetti. My body and everything feels like spaghetti.

I push him against the wall with both of my hands and hold him there as I create space between us again. He smirks at me and I can't help but thinking that he's never been this attractive before. Lola, focus!

"What are you doing? What's this?" I ask in a loud whisper. I'm still holding him against the wall with straight arms and he chuckles. He gently removes my hands from his chest and bend down to the floor and pick up all my thing from the floor. He walks up to me and hands me my books.

"Let's just say that everything I said Saturday may not be entirely false." He winks and leaves me standing there like a confused fool. Which I am.

I know that he's messing with my feelings and that I probably should hate him, but is it bad that I want that to happen again? And what did he mean with that? Does he like me again? No he doesn't! He is just a stupid boy that does anything to mess with a girl, but he did pick my things up and he stopped when I asked him to and he's done other things that he would never do if he didn't like me.... If so confused. The only thing I know for sure now is that I have to get out of here asap if I want to be on time to history.

I make it to class on time and on my way in I saw Harry sitting with his friends in the very back as usual. I take a seat next to Tim. Tim and Sally are the only ones that I feel comfortable around.

"Hey Tim!" I say when I sit down. I'm still a little bit out of breath from first being attacked by Harry and then running for my life to this class.

"Wow, Lola! What have you been doing? Running a marathon?" He laughs at me.

"Almost." I really don't want to discuss it so I just leave it at that. Luckily for me the teacher comes in right after that and start talking immediately. 

We're for some reason supposed to fill out some evaluation about the unit we just finished. I stand up and walk over to the trash can at the front of the class to sharpen my pencil. When I'm trying for the third time to sharpen it without the tip breaking off I hear a low voice behind me making me jump.

"How's that going for ya?" Harry whispers just loud enough for me to hear. He walks over and stands beside me so we're both facing the wall.

"Amazing. Can't you see?" I ask with a smirk on my face. He better be in a good mood considering I didn't yell at him at all earlier.

"No you're terrible. Give me that!" He laughs and takes my pencil and sharpener from me. It brakes a few times for him swell but then he succeeds and hands it back to be. 

"You're welcome." He pokes my waist and walks away. Didn't he have a pencil to sharpen? Weird. I walk back to Tim and sit down again, this time with a functioning pencil.

"What was that about?" Tim asks when I come back. I pretend to be unknowing.

"What was what about?" Please Tim. Don't ask, I don't even know what is going on myself.

"Well, Harry just walked up to you and helped you to sharpen your pencil which is a nice thing to do and he's NOT a nice dude. Are you guys friends?"

"No, no. Harry and I are NOT friends. I guess he just got annoyed at me for standing there so he decided to speed up the process." I lie. What would I say? Oh you know, Harry and I kind of hate each other but we make out and stuff quite often but we're not together and we're not friends  Yeah... no, he would think that I'm some weirdo.

"Lola. A small advice. That guy is messing around with different girls every week so be careful. You don't want to become one of them." He looks at me with serious eyes.

"How do you even know that? It's not like you are friends with him....." I say and I come off a bit too rude.

"No, I don't know him, but I know what kind of person he is, I've seen what he's done to other girls and I'm just saying this because I don't want you to get hurt." He looks upset now and I'm getting a bit pissed off myself.

"I haven't asked for your opinion have I?" I know he's right but I don't need him to tell me what to do.

"Wow... You have already fallen for him haven't you? I thought you were smarter. I feel sorry for you." I am so angry at him. How can Tim talk to me like that? When the bell rings I run out of the class room. I'm not looking forward to seeing him later today at work.