"You." I– the person in my body– sneers up at me: pointing a jabbing finger.
"You..?!" I exclaim, now equally as p'd off for some reason, pointing a finger back.
"What did you do to me..?! Some weird voodoo sh*t is righteous just because I threw a candy bar?! Get over yourself, you twerp!" They growl with bared teeth.
"You get over yourself!" I angrily sneer back, my voice is darker: Haha, I win. Wait....
Did they just say they threw a candy bar..? No. Please. God, no.
"Harven...?" I gasp, testingly.
My–His, eyes flicker, before resting back into annoyance.
"'Harve-y.'" He corrects me, rolling his eyes, "No one calls me 'Harven' unless they're a sub reading off an attendance sheet, or new. But you're not in any of my classes, so how did a freak like you know my full name? You know what? I don't even care..!" He huffs, "Just- Get me back into my body, right now!"
"You- You pig! You think I want to be in your body?! Newsflash: I. hate. you. This entire situation is a nightmare for me!" I shriek back: strangling his masculine voice with how high it went, my fists remain clenched at my side.
He flares his nostrils as he runs his hand through my pink strands, Classic Harven move.
I roll my eyes, folding my arms as I look away with another huff.
"You really don't know... anything?" He finally mutters, catching my attention.
"No! For the last time, I'm not a part of your crazy fan-club! I want nothing to do with you!" I protest.
"Alright, alright..! Enough with the unnecessary sarcasm! You're giving me a headache... I guess this means we'll be working together for a while..." He mutters, but not forgetting to spit out the word "together" with disgust.
"What?! You mean," I gesture to both my body and his, "Me, and you?! Why would I ever want to do that?!" I gasp. This man's audacity never fails to surprise me.
"It's like all of those lame disney channel movies...but worse. We'll have to live as each other until we figure this bogus out. And, based on my assumptions about you, you don't know a thing outside of you and your little 'I'm-so-over-society-and-their-norms' vibes. You need me." He sighs, shaking his head as he laxes himself to lean against a cafeteria table.
Even in my body, he still makes an impression of a wattpad-book-boyfriend.
Dang it!
"Fine. You make....a point, for once." I glare, ignoring the urge to smack his head for stereotyping me, "What are you supposing we do exactly?"
He smirks, making my dimples pop from my cheeks. "Give me your phone number. We'll meet up at my house after school today to work out a game plan."
"This isn't a game.." I mutter: pettily, and pull out his phone from my pocket: unlocking it with Face ID, and making myself a contact.
"Oh my god..!" He groans, leaning his head back as he swipes his face in annoyance, "Just–shut up and meet me in the parking lot after school today!"
"Fine..!" I huff, shoving his phone back into my pocket, and then begin to walk away.
"Fine!" He yells back in retaliation, throwing his hands up before stomping in the other direction to my next class, now on his schedule.
