avery → h.s

part twenty two

A familiar faint smell of pancakes filled in my nostrils as I smiled in joy. Pancakes has always been my favorites; just rarely eat it because Mom can't make one and so do I. She's stuck at grill bacons and toast a bread.

My body's begging to go back in my lovely bed, to curl up in it until the world collapse. But no, my rational mind says the otherwise. This is school time. And technically, I need to go find Diana to grab my stuff when I get to school.

A man stood in front of my kitchen counter. I leaned forward. His back is facing me. While placing my arms on the counter, I put my most playful smirk to the man in front of me and wait until he turn around.

"Pancakes," he stated, still not looking back. "Your favorite."

I muttered some 'mmhm' before he put the pancake in a plate, handing it to me. "Smells like heaven," I said excessively.

"Of course," he snorted. "It's the Styles pancakes."

I rolled my eyes at his comeback. Taking the plate in my right hand, I walk to the dining room with him following behind. After sit on one of the chair, I grab a bite of the pancakes.

"So?" He asks.

"What, the pancakes?" I moaned in delight. "God this ridiculously delicious. I wonder if you really are the one who made me cereals in dinner time a while ago,"

Now it's time for him to roll his eyes. "You know what I was talking about."

I silenced, chewing the food slowly. The competition. He was asking about the competition. It's his hard work actually, since he's the one tutoring me in the process. And I'm embarassed. I should've win it. Not the second place. Darn it, that was all my fault.

I'm also worried if he will give me the same mean looks as those boys did.

"You're worried," he said.

"What?"

"I said, you're worried," he said one more time.

"No, I heard you first time, but why did you say that?" I asked.

"Your eyebrows are scrunched as if there's World War III is raging inside your brain," Harry encountered. He took a bite of his pancakes.

I sighed, realizing what he said was true. My eyebrows falls as I continue my breakfast. Regardless of my worries about all things, this pancakes actually makes myself feels better.

As I drink my vanilla milks, I took a glance to my wristwatch. Ten minutes to school. I grabbed my bag and sling it to my back. After taking my car keys on it's place, in case I'll lose it again later, I'm ready to leave the house before Harry give me his warning looks.

"You know I'm waiting for an answer,"

My shoulders dropped as I give in. I'm standing in front of my door with my hand on the doorknob with him on the other side of mine. "Second place,"

What surprise me is, he perks up. "That was amazing! How do your team manage to get that far with your lack of acknowledge in math?"

I gave him a dry look.

"Sorry," he chuckled after he realizes what he said. "Seriously, even I get third place in one math competition back when I was in 7th grade,"

I groaned. "Yeah, but you were alone, and 7th grade is different from senior year in high school."

"Hey," he patted the top of my head childishly. "What matter is, you won. That's the thing you should be grateful of,"

My lips broke into a faint smile. "I'm being ungrateful, aren't I?"