CHAPTER THREE
-----------------
I sat in my bedroom on the bed with a compact mirror in front of me so that I could see how the necklace I received from Harry looked on me. It was hanging around my neck, the pendant resting in the middle of my white tank top clad bust. No boy, except my father, had given me any type of jewelry, so I considered this necklace special.
Suddenly, I heard my Blackberry ringing the default ringtone on my bedside table. I had gotten it as my birthday present about two weeks ago from Jodie. Getting up, I placed the compact on the bed and went to grab my phone. The screen displayed Harry's name, and I felt my heart jump in that very moment.
"Hello?" I answered.
"I'm coming over." Harry's deep, English-accented voice that I adored the sound of said through the other end of the line. I had always liked British accents, which was an addition to what I liked about Harry.
Not in that way.
"Don't take this the wrong way...but why?" I asked.
"The first thing on your list was to watch a chick flick, wasn't it?"
I glanced at the window. The dark red curtains were wide open so that the outside was in view. It had been hours since Harry came by, and the night was young. "You're going to watch with me?"
"I said I would do some with you, didn't I?"
"I guess so." I said, remembering certain things that were on that list. It was hard not to imagine what it would be like to kiss Harry. In the rain.
*
"You've never watched Grease before?!" Harry asked in pure disbelief.
We were sitting on the large couch in the living room. The only light was from the television in front of us, radiating its light on the white walls.
I shook my head, turning my head to meet his green eyes that were already on me. "Never."
"I can't believe it." He turned his head way and shook his head in disapproval. "What is wrong with you?"
"It's a musical film, right?" I asked, settling my attention on the screen as the movie was just beginning.
"Yes, and it's absolutely genius. The ending is." Harry insisted.
"Well, I suppose that's the problem. Musicals are so weird, especially High School Musical." I said, already dreading the thought of watching the whole movie without turning it off whenever I pleased.
"Shut up. You'll love Grease."
I shut up. Only because the movie was starting.
I was starting to think it was interesting in the beginning. However, when the guy and girl started singing and dancing and everyone else joined in, I lost all little amount of interest I had for the movie. But I watched about a minute of it before I couldn't stand it anymore.
Standing up, I said, "Nope. Mm-mm. I am not watching any more of this."
Before I could walk off, I felt a pair of hands gripping on my waist and pulling me back down on the couch. "Just watch." Harry said in almost a whisper into my ear. His hands remained on my hips and his body seemed relaxed than mine. I had become tense once my side pressed onto his. "Relax." he laughed, looking at me. I didn't make a move to turn my head, though. Instead, I did as told and relaxed.
During the whole ten minutes, I silently debated if I should sit where I had originally sat on or if I should stay where I currently was. It was too awkward. I was making it awkward for myself. I was too occupied with my own thoughts to pay attention to the movie.
