Only We Know

Chapter Eighteen - Hyper

"So?" Delaney whispers to me as class begins

"We're good" I smile

"Good, good?"

"Good, good" I agree

The teacher quickly teaches a grammar lesson and gives us the rest of the class to work on anything we haven't finished. I mentally thank Harry for helping me with all my English work, as I get to use this time to study for my math test. Throughout the class, I steal glances at Harry, who is hard at work, writing as fast as he can with his brows furrowed. Every so often, he runs his fingers through his curls and huffs, making me smile. When the bell rings, I quickly gather my things and make my way to the gym. I take my seat on the bleachers and watch as the rest of the class begins to set up and play soccer again.

I notice that each team has certain people who do certain things. For example, each team has an Elle, the person who just stands around, looking at their nails, until the ball comes flying towards them and they scream. There are girls who follow other girls around, trying to make it look like they are doing something and there are the really athletic girls who get way too in to it . Gym seems to take forever, but when the bell finally rings, I run to the changing room and throw on my clothes, rushing out to see Harry. He smiles as I walk over to him and we start down the hall.

"How was gym?"

"It was okay" I grin "I spent the entire time figuring out the soccer cliques"

"Soccer cliques?" 

"Yeah, like on each team there are groups of girls who do certain things, like Elle, who just stares at her nails." I smirk and grab my things from my locker

"I see, what 'soccer clique' do you belong to?"

"I wouldn't know, I just sit on the bleachers all class"

"Why?"

"Because I accidentally kicked a ball at Elle and now I am a safety concern" I roll my eyes

"Was it really an accident?" He laughs and we climb in to his car

"Yes! I didnt purposely kick a ball at her, although I wish I would've" I grumble

"Don't be mean" He scolds "How about a round of twenty questions?"

"Sure" I smile "Okay, what's your-"

"Nope, it's my turn"

"No! You asked last night!" I complain

"Exactly, and you missed your turn this morning"

"That's not fair!" I pout

"No pouting" He chuckles "You can ask all you want tomorrow morning"

"Fine"

"Has anyone ever given you butterflies in your stomach?"

"Yes" I blush

"Who?"

"You"

"Oh really?" He smirks "Have you ever watched fireworks?"

"Yes, they're one of my favourite things"

"Tell me a pick-up line"

"Firstly, that's not a question. And secondly, pick-up lines are for guys, women do not pick-up men"

"Oh, but you do. The eyelash fluttering and the coy smile, those are girly pick-up lines. They're just a little more discreet"

"We do not do that!" I defend

"Yes, you do. Girls just found a classy way of trying to get in someones pants"

"Because guys prove that being blunt clearly does not work"