Fake It || H.S ||

Chapter 12

I looked around my hotel room that had served as a temporary home during my time here. The hotel coffee had become therapeutic  in my time here. From my place on the couch, Harry was adjacent from me. He held his cup of coffee in one hand and supported his head with the other.

"Why do you British always drink tea in the most despicable  way?" I asked. In response, Harry took a long, drawn out blink. "What's so despicable about it? It is our tea." I laughed. "Yea, only because you took it from the Chinese during the Imperialistic era." 

"And?" He asked. 

"And? How can you stand hot tea?" I yelled.

He gave off a cheeky smirk that made him appear younger in age. "You're a southerner. How can you stand chilled tea?"

"Okay." I said, placing my cup on the table and scooting forwards on the couch. I placed my hands together, a habit I developed during my argumentative stage. "You're out working all day. You mow the grass, tend the gardens, and do other tasks in the hot Southern sun. When you come inside, would you rather have a scorching glass of tea to drink or sweet, chilled tea?"

"I just like tea." he blankly said.

I could tell he was not in the playful mode that I was currently in. Then again, the playfulness was very well a facade. 

"Now please, will you stop procrastinating and tell me?" he asked as he sat up straight and placed his cup of tea on the table.

I sighed before explaining the situation. 

Third Person POV

Friday September 20th, Sephora's Junior year in High School. 

 During the football season, Sephora retired her saxophone for the color guard. She loved to spin rifle and be apart of the flag line. It was the night of a very big game, the southstate championships.

The War Hawks were playing their age old school and sport rival, the Hurricanes.

Sephora was really into football, like most southerners. In this particular  game they  were winning slightly. The score was 12-14 and both sides were tense. The out of nowhere,  a light skinned blue eyed boy pulled of one of  the most amazing plays anyone in that stadium had ever seen. He pulled off a solid 98 yard touchdown.  It was pure silence and shock on the home side while slowly on the other teams side they started to cheer.

For football loving Sephora, it was an impulse to cheer for something so amazing. She slowly started to yell until she started cheering as if he was a player for her home  team. The whole side was quiet yet she was still cheering. The band section was close to the end zone so he heard her.

 Slowly, the young man scanned the crowed until his blooming blue eyes settled on a young girl with wild hair who was cheering from the visitor side. He gave the beautiful girl the most confused look at her action of cheering for someone who may be taking the state championship from they home team.

The halftime buzzer tore him form his thoughts and he jogged along with his team mates to the visiting side's field house. Periodically, he looked back at her as if he was trying to keep memory of her.  He remembered her as the pretty girl with the unruly hair and small frame. All she knew was he was he sported eyes more blue than his uniform; his uniform housed the number #24. 

The coach's meeting was short and full of praise towards the events that had just took place. that halftime so they were standing on the side line as the band was finishing their show. It was still 6 minutes left on the clock. The blue eyed boy found himself  searching for the beautiful, wild haired girl as the marching band marched off the field. After they were dismissed from attention and allowed to spend the 3rd quarter off, there was still  two minutes left until the football players had to be back on the field.