I walked into the cafeteria and sighed. The room was loud, the food was shit, and the lines were long. But, hey, what else is new? I walked over to the lunch line that always sells pizza and then quickly rethought my decision when I realized that that one lunch lady, the one who always scares the shit out of you and pisses you off all at once, is working it today. So, I settled for a microwaved hamburger from the second line. As I'm waiting for my lunch I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and a head place itself on my shoulder.
"Hiya princess." Hood. One of my best friends. Also my first crush. I turn in his arms and hug him tightly, almost as if we've been separated for decades.
"Hello, my hoodie." I smiled looking up at him. He kissed my forehead before he pulls away from the hug and shoots me a crooked smile.
"Whatcha up to? I didn't see you at all last week."
"I was sick and then I went on that field trip to Six Flags."
"They let you go on that trip even though you were ill?"
"They had no reason not to."
He smiled and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Even though I told myself this year that I was totally over Hood I knew part of me would always have a bit of a crush on him. He had long brown hair that he often wore pulled up in a bun and deep brown eyes that reminded me of chocolate. And since hitting puberty he started growing facial hair and was rocking something like a Ryan Gosling beard for his senior year. Even though he looked kind of like a sexy hobo he was one of the smartest kids in his class with a 98% grade average and an acceptance to Yale. Almost every girl had wanted him at one point of their lives. I was just lucky enough to be his best friend.
"So, what were you doing talking to Dawson Williams?" He asked looking behind me at today's lunch menu.
"He just needs help with Literature 11 and I told him I'd tutor him." I said looking around for Anna.
"She's not in this lunch today, she's taking a test. And English Lit? Didn't he fail that last year?" He looked down at me and raised an eyebrow.
"Yes. But you're forgetting that it's Dawson Williams. 1. He's stupid and 2. He doesn't give a shit about anything besides his Corvette." I told him glancing and Dawson's table. He was surrounded by the other popular kids in school, laughing it up as he ate his chicken salad.
"Yeah but not stupid enough to fail Mr. Aaron's class. Twice. Maybe he's looking for a way to get in your pants." He smirked nudging my arm and laughing.
"Okay, stop talking you moron." I giggled trying to hit him in the arm.
As I went to hit him he grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers.
"You can only tutor him if you spend more time with me." He said shooting me a wink.
"Excuse me?" I asked furrowing my brow.
"I never see you, Harley. And it's my Senior year. You're not allowed to forget we're best friends and stop hanging out with me just because of what happened last month." I ripped my hand away from him as a blush crept across my cheeks.
Last month... I remembered it vividly, mostly because it was something I had dreamed of many nights before. Last month Hood was over at my house and we were watching a movie and then... He kissed me. Almost as if it was nothing. And then he kissed me again and then it started getting more heated and then suddenly he had to go. I tried everything I could to try and make him come back to the couch, even if all we did was finish the damn movie I still wanted to feel him beside me. I told him it was fine. I told him we could ignore it. I told him I liked it. I told him I loved him. Nothing made him stay.
"How many times do I have to say 'sorry', Harley?" He asked looking at me, a sad look in his eyes.
"How many times do I have to tell you it's fine? And this has nothing to do with what happened. If Dawson doesn't get help from someone he won't be allowed to graduate and-"
"But why does that someone have to be you." He asked grabbing my shoulders and staring into my eyes. If I didn't know any better I would have thought he was jealous. "You know how Dawson is, you know what he does to gorgeous girls. You know what he did to Anna, so why help him?"
"Because he- wait, gorgeous?" I asked him smirking, finally turning the tables. Now it was his turn to get flustered as he pulled me out of the lunch line and into the courtyard. "What the hell, Hood?"
"You know the food's shit and we need to talk." He explained before sitting me down on the bench of a picnic table. "Why would you help him after what he did to Anna? After what an asshole he was to her."
"I'm not doing this to hurt her, if that's what your implying!" I snapped crossing my arms over my chest and turning away from him. "Believe it or not tutoring him might help Anna."
"And how do you suppose it would do that?" He asked walking over and kneeling in front of me so he could look at my face.
I uncrossed my arms and placed my hands on the bench on either side of me. "It's a long story." I replied biting my lip. He smirked and placed his hand on my cheek while rubbing a thumb over my bottom lip; which sent butterflies swirling wildly through my stomach.
"You know if you bite your lips they'll go raw." He said pulling his hand away from my face and standing up chuckling. He began to walk back into the cafeteria before I called out his name. "What, princess?" He asked turning towards me.
"You think I'm gorgeous?" I smirked bringing up a moment from the conversation in the cafeteria.
He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled at me, "I may be your best friend but I sure as hell ain't blind, baby girl." And with that he turned and walked back into the cafeteria like it was no big deal. But for me, the butterflies frenzied and I felt as red as a tomato.
A/N- Two updates in one night? I'm insane. Anyways that's Hood. I'm really excited for his character because him and Dawson are extremely different and I love that. Don't forget to vote, comment, follow, add to your reading lists, and all that razzle dazzle. Also go follow my joint account with one of my best friends-Haysia14! We're going to be putting up a story pretty soon and we're really excited about it!
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