Confident

6- French Class

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"Well, um... I'll... Er-"

"I think you'll find the word you're looking for is thanks," Harry said, turning in his seat to look at Brooklyn who was fumbling with her bag.

"Yeah... Um, thanks," Brooklyn coughed and reached for the door handle. She opened the car door, but she was stopped by Harry who reached out and grabbed her bag. Missing her hand by millimetres.

Harry leaned forward and Brooklyn stiffened. This was happening too much with him.

He was getting too close.

"I won't touch," Harry said lowly, his green eyes flickering to Brooklyn's wide blue ones. "Tomorrow? Same time?"

"N-no, it's fine," Brooklyn said quickly and shook her head.

"See you then."

"I said no," Brooklyn said.

"And I don't really care," Harry shrugged.

"No," Brooklyn said sternly. "No more lifts. Harry, please leave me alone."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because I asked you to," Brooklyn said softly.

"I don't like being told what to do," Harry said slowly. "Tomorrow. Be there."

Brooklyn pulled her bag from Harry's grip. "There's something you should know about me."

"And that is?"

"I don't like being what to do either," she said, forcing a smile on her face. "Goodbye, Harry."

"Later, babe."

Brooklyn arched an eyebrow at Harry, but she didn't stick around to question him. She scrambled out of the car and walked into school, completely unaware of all the curious looks because her mind was too wrapped up in Harry.

He did something to her.

He made her feel... Something.

She couldn't tell if she liked it or not and it scared her.

Brooklyn groaned as the pressure came back and she leaned against her locker, rubbing her temples in frustration. "Stop thinking about him!" She scolded herself.

"Hmm, let me guess?" Sasha said, appearing next to Brooklyn. "He's dark, brooding and handsome, has lavish blonde locks that I would die for, his name begins with H and he's someone you should stay away from? I think you should stop thinking about him too."

"It's hard!" Brooklyn whined.

"Do you like him?"

"No!" Brooklyn exclaimed. "Not like that! God no! I don't even want to be in his presence! He makes me feel like a little mouse trying to stand up to a lion! It's frightening!"

"He frightens you?"

"No." Brooklyn shook her head. "Intimidates slightly, but he doesn't scare me. The way he's making me feel scares me."

"Jheeze, he gives me that weird electric feeling that makes me want to shit myself," Alice said brightly, joining into the conversation. "Although, I think he makes me and you feel completely different."

"I think you're right," Brooklyn laughed. "Funnily enough I don't feel the need to shit when I'm around him."

"You should talk to him," Sasha suggested.