"Haaaarrryyyyyyyy." I groan. "Wake uuuupp." I begin shaking his shoulder, but he still doesn't move. "Please, wake up. I am booored!" I shake his shoulder even harder.
Fine.
I walk into my parents room and crawl onto their bed. "Daddy." I silently whisper into his ear. He silently groans. "Daddy." I repeat. "What is it?" He answers groggily. "Do you want to make pancakes?" I ask and try to sound as awakening as possible. "Yes, okay, dear. Just... let me.. sleep a... bit more." He says and soon is fast asleep.
Seems like I'll have to do it by myself.
I walk down the stairs and begin taking all the ingrediens out. That's when I notice that the chocolate chips are missing. They have to be here somewhere. Okay, Kate. Think. Where does mom put the chocolate chips? She hides them from you, so you can't eat all of them, obviously. Okay. Now, where can't I reach it. It has to be . . . It has to be in the cupboard on the wall. It has to be.
I put my hands on the sideboard and push myself up. Now standing on the sideboard I realise that I still don't reach the cabinet. Just a few inches more. More like a thousand inches. I think sarcastically and roll my eyes at my own stupidity. Still standing on the sideboard and look around. Searching for something to make it possible for me to reach the cabinet. But all I can see is a little stool. That won't get me far. .. Unless.. Unless I put the stool on the sideboard. Like this I should be high enough to reach the cabinet. I jump off of the sideboard and take the stool, place it on the sideboeard, push myself again on top of it and then climb onto the stool. I open the cabinet and, jackpot. There it is. A whole pack of chocolate chips. Mom, you really need a better hiding place.
I reach out for the package. It still is a bit high. I get on my tip-toes. My fingertips are already touching it. I almost have it, when I feel something's not right. The stool slowly shifts to the edge of the sideboard. Uh-oh. This is not good. I can think to myself before I quickly grab the package and fall backwards.
"Help!"
--Kate--
I jump when my alarm goes off. I slowly open my eyes, to see that it's only 6:40.
I still have some time to sleep, I think to myself and close my eyes again. I wake up to our doorbell ringing non-stop. I groan. Oh my god, who is this? Who wakes other people at 7:50 in the morning?
Wait. what? 7:50??!!. I slept in.
I quickly change clothes and stuff my notebook and some books I took home into my bag and rush downstairs.
As I walk down I can hear Logan talking to me. "Kate? Great. You left without me. You could've just said it before. And--" I interrupt him, by pulling the door open. "Dork, my car's still outside. I just slept in. Calm down." I roll my eyes.
"How am I supposed to calm down when we're going to be late? Now hurry up." He almost screams.
"Okay. Okay." I say both hands up in defensive and quickly grab an apple from the counter before heading to my car.
Logan is now kind of breathing heavily. "Can't you drive a bit faster?" I roll my eyes, but hit the gas pedal a bit harder. By now he is gripping his bag so hard, that his knuckles turn white. I can't help but snort. "Should I slow down a bit?" "Uh.. n-nono. I-I'm perfectly fine." He stutters and forces a smile, which turns out more like a grimace.
We reach the parking lot as the school bell's ringing. Logan quickly unbuckles his seatbelt and jumps out of the car. "Now, would you wait for me? And by the way, we both have now an english class with Mr Bennet, and he's always late." He stops. "Fine."
When we reach our room he ended up dragging me there, because I was "moving with the speed of a snail."
I open the door whilst saying. "Now calm down Mr. Bennet's not there y--" That's when I notice the silence. Why is everyone so quiet? I squeeze my eyes in realization. I turn around to find Mr. Bennet standing infront of the blackboard, facing me. "What did you want to say, Miss Hawkins?" Logan quickly slides into his chair. Traitor. "I.. uh.. you know.. uhm.. I wanted to say. 'Now calm down Mr. Bennet's not there y-not. You know, mr. Bennet. doubled uh.. negation. and .. stuff." I can feel the heat on my cheeks. I must be red as a potato.
Wait. No. Potatos aren't red. Tomoatoes are. I can't even think when I'm in such a stressed state. Mr. Bennet watches me with an expecting look on his face. "Huh?" Is all I manage to say, which causes the class to laugh. "I asked if there was anything else you wanted to say, because I told you, that you could take a seat now." "Oh. Uhm. No. That's it, I think." I say when I quickly slide into my seat.
I shoot Logan an angry glance, and he just gives me an apologetic look.
"Okay, lets begin then." Mr. Bennet announces. "Seat up with your assigned partner and talk about a theme you want to discuss or maybe write your essay about."
"Ugh." I groan. I totally forgot about Harry and being his partner. That's the least thing I need right now.
In a blink of an eye, or at least, it feels like that, Harry sits in Logan's seat right next to mine. That is too cose. This is too close. I try to scoot a bit away from him without attracting his attention. As lucky as I always am, the chair makes a loud noise and Harry just looks at me with, what can't be anything else than sad eyes. But that can't be. Why should Harry Styles be sad about the fact that I scoot away. He can have every girl. Every girl would kill to be his assigned partner the whole year. He's got the looks. He's popular. He's captain of the football team. He's got it all.
At least that's what I heard. I quickly add to my thoughts.
Okay, play it cool, Kate. You don't have to fear anything.
"So, do you have any idea what we could write this essay about?" He breaks the silence.
My mind suddenly goes blank. "Uuhhhh.. uhm. . the.. essay. Uh. No idea. Sorry. I'm sorry. I can't focus on anything, I just.. uh."
"Yeah, well. I'm sorry. I'm making you uncomfortable, Kate. I .. I know how much you must hate me--"
"Hate you? No, I don't hate you." Why did I say that? Yes, I do hate you.
"You don't hate me?" He asks in disbelief.
"Yes." I say.
"Yes, you don't hate me or yes, you hate me."
"Yes, I hate you." What? Focus, Kate.
"Oh, okay. well, I'm sorry--"
"Sorry's not gonna do it." I snap at him. God, what's up with me today? "I'm sorry, I just--"
"No, don't make excuses. It's okay."
One look is enough to see that it's not okay.
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I am so sorry for not updating for a month I thiknk it was.
You should all thank Myrthe for reminding me to write. If it wasn't for her, I guess it would've taken another month until I would've wrote another chapter. But I'm gonna try to keep this authors note short. so.
Thanks Myrthe :D
Til the next time,
Marjo x
