I woke the next day, early as hell as I remembered it was Wednesday and had school. I lazily got out of my bed and hop into the shower that took about twenty minutes and I dried off with my towel and ended up wearing a dark, gray jumper, black skinny jeans and black vans. I was in a dark mood. And this is why….
So the talk between Derek and I didn’t really go well… It went a little something like this:
“Hey, I need to talk to you.” I said.
“Good timing too, just go back home from my sister’s birthday party.”
“We can’t do this anymore.” I say, getting straight to the point.
“What?”
“This. Us. I can’t- we can’t do it anymore.” I say impatiently.
“Where the hell is this even coming from? We were doing just fine.” He shot back.
“I-“
“It’s that Harry dude isn’t it? I should’ve known.”
“He’s my…. Boyfriend.” I drag the word out.
I hear laughter from the other line. “I thought you didn’t do boyfriends? You can’t be serious? Cameron, what the hell?”
“Why are you getting so mad about this anyway? You were just a friend with benefits.” I say and then I hear the line go dead.
He was so mad at me on the phone. And I couldn’t figure out why. We specifically told each other that it was going to be a friend with benefits type of shit. That’s all I wanted. That’s all he wanted. Sex. UNLESS for some dumb reason he started getting feelings for me but he isn’t that type. Or maybe that’s what I thought.
I shook that thought about Derek and got my book bag and drove to school. It’s Wednesday. And my first class is with Harry. Oh how lovely this will be. Started as strangers and now we’re “dating.” I laugh at the word and this dumb idea that I got myself into. I’m being so serious though like I got myself into this mess for what? Nothing. It’s not like we even discussed what we’ll win or accomplish. I’ll probably have to tell Harry about it. There’s no point in doing this if I won’t get anything out of it. I get to school and arrive at my class two minutes before it starts and sit in my seat right next to Harry, where he’s flashing that stupid grin at me.
“What?” I hiss at him.
“I thought you weren’t gonna show up.”
“Well you’re hypothesis was dumb as hell.” I say, pulling out my notebook.
“You are the nicest girlfriend I’ve ever dated, you know that?” he laughs.
“It’s going to take some time to even get used to the word ‘girlfriend’”. I mutter to myself.
For the rest of class, we just sat and listened to some composer’s music and talk about it and that shit left from one ear and out the other. I mainly couldn’t focus because Harry was being a brat and trying to get my attention the whole time and throwing little notes at me which I refused to read and I ended up with at least like nine little notes on my desk. Before we could wrap the class up, the teacher handed us a packer of a project we had to do about a composer and their music and what we learned from it. I didn’t get annoyed with the project UNTIL he said
“You also have to get a partner. It’ll be easier and you’ll get to know the person you’re working with. Have fun with it.” And then he dismissed the class. I groan and put my hands on my face for a moment and then put them down and look at Harry in which he had a huge smile plastered on his face.
