Walking from the long lunch line with my navy blue plastic tray in hand, I nervously continued over to where him and all of Harry's friends were sitting, feeling self-conscious under his tense stare.
I took a deep and noticeable breath as everyone around harry glanced over at me in anticipation and sudden silence.
"Look who it is!" Kaitlyn snorted before chugging the last bit of water from her water bottle.
"Harry, can I talk to you?" I projected my voice over the roaring of everyone else's conversations filling the brightly lit cafeteria, ignoring Kaitlyn entirely, not wanting to deal with her obnoxious attitude.
He looked around at his peers and didn't say anything, so I presumed that he wasn't going to come with me.
I sighed to myself in embarrassment, but surprisingly he swung his bag over his shoulder and walked over to me, not saying a word.
Once we sat across from each other back at my table by the window, he cleared his throat stiffly.
"I'm sorry, Harry." his brows furrowed at the use of his first name.
"I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that, I um... I've been holding in a lot of emotions over these past few years, so I kind of just let them all out at once." He looked at me with the same intense glare making me push a strand of hair from my face anxiously.
"Please speak." I urged him, pulling the sleeves of my jacket down past my hands out of nervousness.
"Do you accept my apology?" he looked at me sternly.
"Yes."
"Are you sure?" he questioned, his tongue swiping over his chapped lips, as his forest green eyes searched my features for any hesitation.
"I'm sure."
"You promise?" He asked lightheartedly, making a small smile creep onto my face as I outstretched my arm to hold out my pinky.
"Pinky promise."
"You know what happens when you break a pinky promise, right?"
his rough and abnormally long pinky linked briefly with my smooth and tiny one.
"You get a damaged relationship." I told him as more of a question than a statement, letting out a small chuckle as I put my hand back onto my lap.
"No, you go bald."
Seems legit.
"Hmm well... what if I just buy a rainbow afro wig." I told him, bringing a spoonful of macaroni to my opened mouth.
"Why an afro?" he laughed, crinkles forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Don't hate, appreciate."
"Appreciate what, your lack of taste in wigs?" sneakily he leaned forward, snatching a steak finger off of my tray.
I looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Stop judging me."
"Hey, it's not my fault that you don't know how to select a proper hairpiece." he shrugged scarfing down the finger in one bite.
"Oh shut up, you know you would probably have one of those toupees that have a long ass mullet on them." I gesticulated to his tasseled chestnut colored hair.
"Better than looking like a drugged clown."
"Wow okay, that was good, you win." I nodded in defeat, lifting my arm out towards him to give him a high five, but then swooping it back behind my head slyly immediately after he tried to meet my hand with his.
I stuck my tongue out at him while childishly imitating a fart sound.
"That was so ugly." he crossed his arms over his chest with a scowl on his face.
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As held the round orange ball in my hands loosely, I struggled to keep my eyes focused on the bedraggled basket before me due to the excessive amount of sunlight beaming from the slim and dusty rectangular windows along the gym walls.
"Just shoot the ball already, Jesus." a deep voice behind me grumbled rudely.
Harshly, I bit down on my tongue- in an attempt to refrain myself from saying something back to him-, and tossed the ball aimlessly towards the net.
Once it landed about seven feet away from the basket I puffed. My brows furrowed in embarrassment as the gym erupted with laughter.
After doing my walk of shame to the losers line against the left wall by the smelly boys locker room, I sat down next to a really musty girl in a bright orange t-shirt, and watched the jerk that was behind me easily make the basket that I failed to make.
For a while the only thing I did was pick at the chipped black polish on my overgrown nails, but when I spotted jake trotting over to me in a pair of old basketball shorts and a grey shirt my face lit up.
He sat next to me with a disappointed look etched into his features.
"Why the long face?" I asked, trying to make conversation with him. He looked over at me and I immediately felt my heart starting to pound against my ribcage.
"I kind of suck at everything." he sighed looking back toward.
"That's not true, you don't suck at converting oxygen to carbon dioxide." I told him looking at his profile, noticing the corner of his mouth quirk up.
"I have asthma, but that was really cute." he chuckled turning his face two toward me once again.
"Oh." I laughed breathlessly as his eyes locked onto my lips briefly.
"Yeah." he smiled.
"I didn't see you at lunch today, did you skip?"
"You were looking for me?"
"Well yeah, you were brought up in a conversation and I was just wondering where you were and stuff." the way he was looking at me made my words come out in short bits and caused my face to heat up drastically.
"Awww aww." Jake teased poking my flushed cheek with his index finger repeatedly.
"Stop that." I giggled pushing his hand away from me.
"Jasmine." my senses peaked at the sound of my name coming from his lips.
"What?" the grin that I had worn slowly faded, but my curiosity peaked.
Just as his mouth parted to speak the school bell sounded off with a screech, everyone around us stood up all at once, and headed into the locker rooms along with the people that were still playing the game.
He searched around for something and then turned back towards me.
"I'll tell you tomorrow."
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oOhh
wow every freaking time I go to type in nail I always accidentally put in niall and it's fucking annoying ohmy god
for some reason all of my chapters to have to have at least 1000 words, or else I'll freak out
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