We woke up, curled together, the next day. It was saturday. We had the whole day to do whatever we wanted.
He growled a bit and opened his eyes.
"Good morning" he says in a gruff voice.
"Good morning," I said back. I've been up for a while. I tend to wake up early.
"I'm starving," he says. My stomach growls. He laughs quietly.
"Me too," I tell him.
"Let's go to the bakery down the street. I'm craving some Danish right now." he says.
"Yeah, good idea." I say. The thought of Danish made me drool. I could eat a whole cow right now, if I got the chance.
He stood up and started to put on his clothes. He reached in his pocket and pulled out some lace fabric. My thong.
"I believe this belongs to you" he says and throws it at me. He had taken it in the basement and I actually walked... correction; ran without my panties on, on the way to his home. And now he gave them back to me. It felt like getting a little stolen dignity back.
"Thank you very much" I say ironically.
I got out of his bed, and started to dress myself. He watched me. Stared at me.
"What are you looking at?" I asked him.
"You" he answers simply.
"Why? What's so interesting about it? You've seen it before. Naked."
"I don't know, I just... I like it. You look good."
She stares at him. Blaming.
"Okay, well. You're very attractive. I like your body." he tries again.
"Thank you" I say, letting it go.
***
Walking down the street, we held hands. I was begging that no one we knew would see us. I don't know why, I just feel like it would be really awkward. We turned a corner and he pointed.
"There's the bakery" he says and looks at me. I look up at him and laugh. It was like we had known each other forever, even though we'd only started talking yesterday.
He pulls me closer and we step into the bakery.
And here we go.
By the counter stood one of our classmates. I fucking knew this would happen.
"Shit. We know that person. What do we do?" I whisper at him.
"What do you mean? Why should we do something?" he asks.
I fumble with my emotions, but in a way feels empowered by his ignorance. Maybe I shouldn't care either. Maybe this was a good thing. Then the word would spread, about me and him. I couldn't imagine what would happen when we showed up to school together.
Our classmate turned around and Harry grimaced. He looked frustrated. I think his name was George. Then Harry suddenly whispered in my ear, "Stay cool. And don't say a word." Why was he acting like this? He was fine a second ago.
The classmate recognized us and gave a mocking grin. Why would he do that?
"Hello" the classmate said, ironically polite, "soo... You too are a thing now. Surprising." George stated.
"And why would that be surprising?" Harry asked in a harsh tone, wrapping me even tighter to him. I have never seen him like this. There is so much I need to learn about him.
"I don't know. Maybe because we agreed who we would and wouldn't fuck" George asnweered in a snarly tone, clearly provoking Harry. But what the hell was that agreement. Did they agree that I was unfuckable? What the fuck was happening right now.
