Paper Airplanes

Chapter Four; Lockers

*Dacota's POV*

Mrs. Quinn gives us about ten minutes to work on the homework, in which I finished it in three. Without a book to read, I watched the clock tick away the remaining seven minutes. I felt Harry tap me on the shoulder, and I turn my head to see him holding his head in his hands, like a little kid in photos.

"Can I help you?" I ask in a whisper, as politely as I could. I didn't exactly like him, considering how pompous and conceited he seemed.

"How are you?" he whispers back.

I roll my eyes slightly, and respond, "Fine." I turn back to face the clock, where only two minutes remained. I close my eyes and massage my temples; I could feel a headache coming on. The bell finally rings and I remove my binders and textbooks from inside my desk, and walk out of the classroom. I only had one class left, then I could go home. I went to my locker to drop off the textbooks and pick up the new ones. I checked my hair in the little mirror I have in the door, then slam it shut to reveal Harry, leaning on the locker door next to me. I jump, and put a hand to my heart.

"My god, Harry, you scared me." I turn around to walk to English, but Harry follows behind me. "What do you want, Styles?" I ask, ignoring the dirty looks I was receiving, since I was walking with Harry.

"I talked to Mrs. Q." he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"And?" I ask, trying to walk faster than him.

"And," he said, keeping pace easily, "she said I do need a tutor. And guess who she suggested?"

'Please not me.' I thought, 'Anyone but me.'

"Um, I don't know, Chris? He's pretty smart, I guess-"

"You, Cody." he replied, looking to me, now.

"Cody? Who's Cody?" I ask, looking around the hall.

"It's your nickname now." he said, nonchalantly.

"What's your next class?" I ask, trying to divert the conversation.

"English, with Mr. Smith."

'Crap...'

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Lol, guess what class 'Cody' has next?

I hate short chapters, this is more like a filler, but deal with it.

~Emily~