"Babe? I believe my name is Elizabeth excuse you." I groaned.
"I know but I just wanted to see how'd you react..but I love when you're mad." he winked.
"Yeah and you're a jerk." I mumbled.
"A cute jerk at that." he replied.
I rolled my eyes and continued working until the end of the period.
* * * * * * * * * *
Emma and I progressed down the hall to second block before I was stopped by "you know who."
"Hey, I just wanted to apologize but you walked out so fast." Harry spoke.
"Now you're apologizing?" I asked.
"I said that didn't that?" he chuckled.
I began to walk away until he gripped onto my wrist.
"Really, I really am sorry...can I make it up to you somehow? Could we go to dinner?" Harry suggested.
"Are you asking me on a date?" I smirked.
"Yeah, I guess I am." his dimples began to crease.
I rolled my eyes and thought about it for a second.
"Hmm.... I 'll think about it." I smiled walking away.
* * * * * * * * * *
For remainder of the morning, I just sat though all of algerbra and physics, as Harry's question kept floating through my mind.
Why would Harry Styles as gorgeous as he is ask someone like me on date? After all, I was just a typical Californian girl who was not that interesting in my opinon.
At about 12:30 p.m. it was sophmore lunch in the cafeteria. It was always like a circus with loud teenagers, food flinging across the room, and vicious fights breaking out every once and a while. Paint peeling off the walls, rusty old seats, and lunch ladies with poor hygiene was just a bonus.
It seemed like the only normal people were the ones sitting at my table which consisted of me, Emma, Josie, Marcus, Alexis, John, and Dylan; well you know until the curly-haired boy showed up.
"Hey do you mind if I sit here next to you?" he asked.
"Uhh, fine I don't care." I said turning my head.
"You smell good today." he chuckled.
"Listen Harry I'm not in the mood for your cliché remarks." I said stupendously.
"Can you get over what ever happened between us because you're acting like a..."he started.
"Like a what?.. Like a bitch?!! Well you know I'm sorry I'm not falling for you like your psychotic mind thought I 'd be so you should just go back to where ever the hell you came from, got it?" I barked.
I could see all eyes on me and Harry trying to get a scope on what was happening. But right now I didn't care if the whole world was watching. I was angry. Then I took my tray with the bitter nasty food on it and dumped it right over him. I splashed a carton of white over his face as now he was drenched in muck.
"I think this is a better on you." I snarled.
As I walked away he shouted, "I was going to say you're acting like an Bipolar Person!!!"
'Without looking back I stormed out of the cafeteria.
Harry's POV:
"Hey Dylan, can I ask you something." I mumbled.
"Yeah sure anything..I'm listening." he replied.
"Okay, so I met this girl her name is Elizabeth T-.." I started.
"You mean Elizabeth Taylor? I know her she's in my history class." Dylan
"Well, I wanna know what she's like and stuff." I emphasized.
"Umm..she's hot, smart, a little agressive in sports, and quiet." he intoned.
"Anything else like personal?" I asked.
"What? Why? haha.." he laughed.
"Because I wanna know dickweed.
"Let me think bitch...oh her dad left when she was like five, I think." Dylan elaborated.
"Uhh thanks, bye." I said before hanging up the phone.
.....
Elizabeth's POV:
*evvrroomm* *evvrroomm*
I picked up the cell phone off my bed as it had woke me from my deep sleep.
"Hello?" I whispered.
"Hey babe." a voice giggled.
I soon realized who it was.
"What could you possibly want Harry?" I huffed.
"I just wanted to know if we were still on for Saturday - tomorrow night?" he chortled.
"I never said yes you know?" I implied.
"There's still a chance..." Harry assured.
"If I go on this date with you, leave me alone." I finished.
"If you go on this date with me and you don't end up liking me then I will leave you alone, deal?" he interjected.
"Fine." I huffed.
"I'll pick you up at 8 p.m." he extoled.
I hung up the phone.
Just his arrogance and tone assuring that I would fall for him was agitating.
