Paper Airplanes

Chapter Six; Notes

*Harry's POV*

'Yeah, hi.' was all she wrote. The corners of my mouth twitched up, but as I made to write a response, Mr. Smith asked me something.

"I'm sorry, sir?" I asked him. "I didn't quite hear you." Everyone laughed softly, and Dacota turned in her seat to look at me.

Mr. Smith smiled, "Harold, I know you're famous, but that does not give you permission to not pay attention."

"Sorry, sir." I replied. "Won't happen again."

"Thank you." he said. "I asked you to name a type of literature."

I racked my brains for a second. It's been way too long. "Um, like, types of fiction?" I asked. Dacota smiled a bit, then turned back to face the front.

"Yes, like that." Mr. Smith said.

"Would romance work?" I asked, making Dacota look back at me, her eyebrows raised. Mr. Smith considered this, then nodded.

"Yes, actually, that would work." He wrote 'Romance' at the bottom of the list. Dacota turned back around and rose her own hand. "Yes, Ms. Lancaster."

"Comedy."

"Yes, that works as well." He wrote 'Comedy' under my answer. I put my pencil to the paper and wrote my response. I folded it back into the airplane, then threw it directly at Dacota's head.

*Dacota's POV*

I felt the paper poke my head and I turned. Harry was pretending to pay attention to Mr. Smith, only occasionally looking back at me. I rolled my eyes and picked the paper up from the floor.

'Are you sending me a message, or something?' I made sure I didn't write until Mr. Smith was turned and writing more on the board. I folded it back and threw it.

*Harry's POV*

I caught the note in my hand. I unfolded it and nearly laughed out loud.

'What was your first clue?' I stuffed the note in my desk when Mr. Smith turned toward my section of the room.

"Ms. Blanchard, how about you?" I turned to Laurel, whom I assumed was this Ms. Blanchard.

"Um, would sex be one?" I bit lip to look like I wasn't smiling. I saw Dacota put her head in her hands. Several people in the room let out a chuckle.

"No, no it would not." Mr. Smith said, who also looked like he was trying not to laugh.

"Then what would you call 50 Shades of Grey?" Laurel asked, looking as if she had him beat.

"We call that a disgrace on the literature world." Everybody laughed at this, and Laurel crossed her arms, pissed. Class continued like this, people naming genres of literature and Dacota and I passing notes. Nobody really paid much attention to the flying airplanes, I don't think many of them were awake. As I passed the airplane to Dacota, another, unfolded piece of paper landed on my desk. It was from Laurel.

'Why are you passing notes to the nerd?' Every dot was a heart, and it was written in lacy cursive.

I rolled my eyes and wrote a one word response, 'Because.' I passed it back. I heard her huff, then crumpled up the paper and stuffed it in her desk. The bell finally rang, and I stood, instantly walking over to Dacota.

"Can you believe those people that were passing notes? How disrespectful."

She smiled a bit, "Yeah, so rude. I was trying to pay attention, god."

I laughed, then said, "What class do you have next?"

"Where's your schedule?" I pulled it out of my binder and handed it to her. "Oh, great." she said. "The same one with me. I swear, the principal wants me to suffer." I gasped in shock, and rose a hand to my chest. She rolled her blue eyes and turned. I followed her, but was pushed aside by Laurel.

She deliberately slammed into Dacota's shoulder, then walked on, saying, "Slut."

"Same to you, bitch." Dacota called to her. Laurel huffed again and stormed away. "I hope she breaks something." Dacota said.

I chuckled, "Yeah. Come on, let's go to FACS."

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ehehehe is sex a genre what an idiot

~Emily~