Eighteen | H.S. |

t h i r t y o n e

The person above is who I image Sarah to be except older;)

Sarah POV

It's Monday and I have classes today. My alarm clock goes off and I shut it off. My knee hits the bed and I let out a cry of pain. That hurt. I hop over to my dresser and pick out a pair of black nike shorts. Then I grab a white tee shirt, and I actually put on my Nike shoes today.

After I finish putting on my clothes I put on my knee brace. I grab my phone and backpack, along with my crutches.

I have literature, biology, and I have to talk to the softball coaches. Oh, then I have physical therapy.

I unlocks car and get inside. I feel much better that I cleared things up with Harry. I don't feel as guilty anymore, well I feel bad about punching him in the face but whatever.

I park once I get to my literature class, this is going to be awkward since I kissed Blake. I totally forgot about that, okay I'm ready for this. It's kinda hard opening the heavy oak doors but I eventual get them open.

I see Blake and he smiles at me. I get up the stair, extremely hard to do. I sit and pull out my notebook and pen. "Hey." He says.

"Hey," I look at him, I can't stop looking at his lips since I've kissed him before, he's a good kisser. "So.."

"About Saturday.." he brings up exactly what I didn't want him to.

"Yeah, what about it?" I look down at my feet, and smile a little.

"Well, I was wondering if you wanted-" he's cut off by a accent.

"Hey Sarah." I hear Harry say from behind me. I try around and there he is standing. I grind my teeth together, sort of mad at him for interrupting Blake.

"Hi Harry." I say. I tap my fingers on the desk and Harry shifts positions.

"I'm going to sit." He says. Could that have been any awkwarder? I don't think so. I turn back around to face Blake.

"What were you going to say?" I ask.

"Oh, I was wondering if you wanted to go o-" he is cut off again.

"Sarah?" Oh my god. What the fuck does Harry want?

"What do you need Harry?" I say kind of harshly. I turn around in my seat. I feel really bad about Blake, I'm pretty sure he was going to ask me out.

"Can I borrow a pen?" Harry ask all innocently, but he's obviously interrupting Blake on purpose. I can see it in his eyes.

"Sure." I reach inside my backpack and pull out a pen and toss it to Harry. "There." I say and Harry smiles. I turn around and look at Blake.

"I'm so sorry," I say and Blake shakes his head.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come a party tonight?" He blurts out.

"Um.. I don't think I can tonight, I have physical therapy." I say honestly. I would go if I didn't have physical therapy. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay. Do you want to hang out tomorrow then?" He ask.

"Sure," I smile and he smiles back. The professor comes and starts to talk about a book we were suppose to read. Once the class is over, I walk with Blake down the stairs.

"So, meet me at Starbucks at 8:30 tomorrow?" He ask.

"Yeah, sounds good. See you then." I smile at him as he walks away.

"Why are you talking to him?" Harry ask as he walks up to me.

"I thought we were over the jealousy thing." I roll my eyes. I start to move away from Harry.