Paper Airplanes

Chapter 7; Baking

*Dacota's POV*

Harry and I walk into the FACS class and I invited Harry to sit next to me, since I don't have a partner in this class.

"Well, we won't have to pass airplanes now will we?" he says.

"I guess not." I say with a sad sigh.

"Are you upset by that?" he questions with an eyebrow raised.

"Psh, nah." I say kidding. Passing airplanes with Harry has been the highlight of my day so far.

"Alright..." he trails off.

"OK, little ones, let's start this!" Mrs. Kemp says. I love Mrs. Kemp. She's so outgoing and awesome. "Today, we're making cupcakes. And you all get to choose what kind of cupcakes you want to make. We have ingredients here of course, so the recipe has to have only these ingredients. Look up recipes on the internet and have fun!"

"Alright, well," I start until I see Harry already getting ingredients. I look at him puzzled and he chuckles.

"I worked at a bakery before I became famous. I have a recipe memorized so I thought we could use that?" he asks.

"Sure, what kind are we making?"

"Red velvet." He says excitedly. I smile at his choice in pastry.

"Awesome! Those are my favorite!" I exclaim.

"Mine too." he says with a smile. I smile back and he starts to get all the utensils. I start to marvel at how fast he can do everything. How can someone perfectly measure out 1 1/2 cups of flour in two seconds?! How does he do it?

"Well, I worked at the bakery for three years." Harry says.

"Did I say that out loud?"

"Yup." he pops the P. I blush and he snickers. I start to line the cupcake pan as he continues to prepare the mix. His arm muscles flex when he does pretty much everything. His curly, chocolate brown hair bounces in what seems like a timed rhythm.

"Like what you see?" Harry smirks, pulling me out of my trance.

"Uh." I don't think I can say anything else right now. He's about five inches from me.

"You're blocking the pan."

"Oh!" I move out of his way and try to hide my blushing.

"How long do they need to bake?" I ask.

"20-25 minutes." He shrugs.

"Alright. We have 40 minutes left in here, so, we should be able to frost them if we have frosting."

"Already ahead of you." He says and pulls a bowl of frosting from behind him.

"Did you just make that?" I ask, shocked at how fast he is.

"No," he says quietly. "There's a shelf stocked with frosting. I just put it into a bowl for easier frosting."

"Oh." Thirty minutes later, the cupcakes are out and cooled in a line.

"Let's get icing." I say. We both grab an icing tool and start at one end of the cupcake line. We frost in silence for a good five minutes and then I bump into something. I look and see that that something is Harry. There's one cupcake left to ice. We look at each other, then both try to ice it at the same time.

"No!" he exclaims and swipes icing on my nose. I gasp and put a clump in his hair.

"Oh, it's on!" And then, the icing war starts. After about ten minutes, both of our faces are covered in icing. I remember the last cupcake, turn away from Harry, grab a bit of icing, and ice it.

"No!" he sinks to his knees dramatically. I giggle and give him a hand to help him up. Instead he pulls me down with him.

"What's going on here?!" Mrs. Kemp has now seen us. She looks at us, then the cupcakes, then back at us. "Nice cupcakes." She smirks. "Go get cleaned up." we both get up and walk out of FACS. We walk down the halls to the bathrooms, shoving each other into the walls.

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Heyo!!! How's it going my little unicorns! This is a longish chapter so yay!  

*Sammie 🐷*