Changes

Chapter 9.

The next day everything was in a rush. Because of yesterday I felt like I slept for four hours. So when I heard my alarm I rolled off my bed and quickly turned it off every sound was irritating. As I was walking to the bathroom I saw Michael still in bed with Carter. I called out for him but he just sank his head deeper into the pillow case. I rolled my eyes it's not my problem if he's late so I just went to the toilet and got dressed.

When I finished I went to Bree's makeup dresser and took a last look at myself I wore my baggy dark blue jeans that I love because they were so comfortable with my black cardigan and a simple white tank top. Looking at my face I couldn't help but cringe at how I had dark circles beneath my eyes. So I took Bree's makeup bag and applyed some consealer and eyeliner to make my eyes more alive.

As I was doing my last eye, I glanced at Michael still asleep, I pressed my lips together. When I was satisfied with my makeup I threw my pillow to Michael's head and he groaned. "Wake up, we're going to be late." As I packed my uniform for my first day working at Starbucks.

Michael stood up shirtless with only boxers on, his red hair was positioned upward awkwardly and I smiled at his morning state. He walked to the bathroom bangging his feet on the f'loor and slammed the door behind him like a child.

We were already in the school hall by now. As we approach the cafeteria we both got ouselves coffee and a croissant exactly what I needed to wake up for the long day I had today. Cater didn't come with us she felt sick from the night before so before we left I placed her on my bed in case Bree ever came. I felt a bit guilty for not being with her at the party, maybe she wouldn't feel so sick.

Once we reached are first class we were surprisingly early. "All that rush today was for nothing." Michael said as he sat next to me. I didn't reply he was right. I normally deal with only myself but having someone else I'm stressing for them too.

After the bell rang Harry came in late as usual. He walked towards my direction and sat right next to me. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Nothing." Harry said in his deep voice. What is he talking about since when does he sit next to me. I look back at my paper gripping my pencil to not shake. I hate how I get so nervous around him.

During class I was almost done with what Professor Who assignment. He wanted us to write what we want to accomplish for are future are goals. So I was writing about how I wanted to be a journalist that ever since I was little that was my passion. As I did I felt knees hitting mine I turned to look at Harry. His legs were separated widely. I scoot away from him. I looked at his paper and he has barely written anything.

Harry's palm rested on his jaw. His hands were playing with his pensil rolling it. I can't get over how big his hands are. I wonder what he plans on doing for his life, what's his goals, what he wants to accomplish but he didn't even write anything on his paper. I bit my dry lip, maybe he doesn't know.

I was talking to Michael about his plans he told me how he wants to be a nurse. I ear a low chuckle besides me. I turn to Harry he had one hand on his lip playing with both of his lip rings.

"What's so funny?" When I spoke he laughed even more. Is dimples visible.

"Nurse. Isn't that for girls." He said still laughing.

I almost want to slap this rude sexiest guy. Making fun of Michael, I don't understand why he's like this. Ok fine make fun of me but not my friend. Who does he think he is? I couldn't help but defend him.

"At least he got some carrie choice unlike you." I blurred out.

"Who said I didn't?" I saw his hole body language change it was more hard. I try to keep my voice strong.