Foreign → H.S (DISCONTINUED)

chapter 12

Soccer was the only thing I thought about these days, practices were lengthy and aching. We did numerous drills and ran miles upon miles each day. The next day was always horrible waking up and feeling uncomfortable and tired.

"You okay?" Harry questioned as we walked to the rather talkative table. I smiled at him quickly responding,

"I'm fine! Just sore from soccer practice." Harry watched me awkwardly waddle to the table. He slowly sat down next to me. "Are you as sore as I am?" I asked Erin, "You have no clue, Coach is trying to kill us." She sighed.

"Hey Tass." Brad announced sitting next to me forcing Erin and Michael to move over. "Hi." I said looking at an annoyed Erin. "Tulsa! I heard you've been killing it at soccer practice!" Aubrey mentioned.

"I've been doing alright, I am definitely getting into game mode" I responded causing Erin to scoff. "You are lying! Tass you've been slaying everyone on that field." Erin declared, shoving her food down her mouth.

"I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we all are so excited to watch you guys play!" Emily grinned, turning to look at Erin and I.

"We sure are! Are you excited, Harry?"  Luke asked, flashing me a large grin. "Definitely!" Harry smirked, as I quickly looked at him. He was unusually, sexy.  I smiled at him looking at his plush pink lips. "You play any sports?" Luke asked Harry.

"I've played sports." He responded awkwardly. "Really? What did you play?" Luke quizzed looking at me in comfort. "I play-played football, sometimes on the weekends I go to-to mix martial arts classes." Harry answered, making Luke wiggle his eyebrows.

"With those scrawny arms? I'm having a hard time believing you." Brad taunted making Luke laugh.  I glared at Brad for a few seconds then turned back to Harry.

"You shouldn't underestimate me." Harry said, causing everyone to look at him in astonishment. His words sounding a bit threatening but, no one took them seriously. 

Brad mumbled something under his breath while we ate quietly.  The bell rang as we all slowly got up from the table.

The group went their separate ways except for Harry and I. We awkwardly stood in the middle of the crowded commons. "It's currently 70 degrees." Harry reported. "It's a nice day." I smiled making him nod in agreement.

"I am going to go, bye Tulsa!" He stated, I watched the strange boy walk to class and I oddly felt my breath being taken away. Harry Styles he was something special.

The two minute bell rang knocking me back into reality, I quickly walked to Madam Welsh's happy classroom. "Bon jour Tulsa!" Madam Welsh smiled weakly.

"Bon jour!" I grinned, walking into an abnormally quiet classroom. Grace motioned me over watching me merely walk over to her. "Madam Welsh is miserable." She whispered, I sat down next to Grace slowly.

The tardy bell sounded and a few more people walked into the classroom. Madam Welsh walked over bags under her eyes and a dull frown on her face.

"Usually I am very happy but, very upsetting things have been going on at home. I am sure most of you can relate to this.  I am very sorry I am not my usual self but, I just feel drained. So today we aren't going to be taking notes we will be watching a movie. I am sorry I am taking away learning time for something as silly as my personal problems."  She sighed.

It was disheartening to see one of Carson High's most honorable teacher feeling so terrible. I sympathized with Madam Welsh and I hoped that she would feel better soon.  She quickly started the happy movie Ratatouille.