Paper Airplanes

Chapter Twelve; Physical

*Dacota's POV*

I was a little mad at Harry for just letting that girl kiss him. I mean, sure, she came on a little strong, but he still could have pushed away, right?

'Wait,' I think, 'Why am I thinking like that? I don't like Harry, not at all! He's just a friend and my charm buddy!' I shook my head, as if that would shake the thoughts away. I led him to the gym, because I already knew he's going to the same class as me. We were headed to my least favorite class; Physical Education. We split ways to go to our different locker rooms. Alex is in this class, but we don't really talk much, I'm only associated with him because of Emily. I go to the far wall, where my locker is. I change as quickly as possible and wait for the coach to open the doors to the gym. I soon walk into the freezing, wooden-floored gymnasium, going straight to my designated spot. I lean against the stacked up bleachers near it, sighing loudly. I felt a body slide up next to mine, and I look over to see Harry, dressed in gym shorts, a white tank top and a forest green beanie on his head. I finally notice the many tattoos that scatter across his arms. I could see the heads of two sparrows creeping through the straps of the tank, and a butterfly was showing through the thin material.

"Alright, kiddies! Get in your lines, please and thank you!" the coach shouted. I pushed myself from the bleachers and sat in my spot. Harry walks over to the coach and talks to her. He turns and points at me, to which I raise my eyebrows at. The coach nods and Harry runs over to me.

"What did you say?" I whisper-yelled at him.

"Coach says I get to follow you around for the class." he whisper-yelled back. "I'm sitting behind you." I could feel my face pale; guys sitting behind you while you bend over and touch your toes? I had a feeling Harry wouldn't do that, but I was still anxious. Luckily, Coach just makes us run the entire time. Harry quickly runs ahead of me, and some other guys talk to him.

'Good.' I thought. 'At least he won't always be hanging around me.' The thought makes my smile falter, however. I skid to a halt when Coach tweeted her whistle.

"OK, kids. Please select a ball and do what you want. I have paperwork to file, so I won't be able to babysit you. Please do not give me a reason to think you need to be babysat." Coach shouted, and she trotted back to her office. Harry instantly runs to me.

"So, what are we doing?" he asks me, in a voice that doesn't sound like he's been running for the past five minutes.

"I'm walking the perimeter of the gym, while you go make more friends." I say, lightly punching his bicep.

"But, why would I want to do that?" Harry asks innocently, pouting his lip.

I rolled my eyes, and said, "Because the only guys that hang out with girls, in this school, at least, are going out with the girls. We don't want people getting the wrong idea, right?" His eyebrows came together, looking at the ground.

"I guess not. You don't care?" he asks, looking back at me.

"No, I'll be fine." I say. "Seriously, go be friendly." I smile, trying to look sincere.

"Alright." he says, nodding. He runs back to the guys he was running with, who were passing a (American) football back and forth between them. When Harry joined them, they tossed it to him, to which he passed to another guy. I didn't really understand the game, and I doubted Harry did, too, considering he was British, but as long as he was doing something. I started walking, thinking about everything. The science test coming up soon, Emily and Alex, the popular girls that had their hips jutted out in their shorter-than-their-butts shorts and tank tops, the way Harry's curls bounced as he jumped and caught the football, and the fact that the popular girls were walking straight to me.

"Hello, Dacota." the one in the middle said. I'm pretty sure her name was Stephanie or something, and the two girls next to her were probably Mackenzie and Hannah.

"Um, hi, Stephanie." I say hesitantly. "Can I help you?"

"Well, apparently someone doesn't like conversation." she said to the others. She flipped her long, straight brown hair over her shoulder as they giggled.

"I don't mean to be rude." I say, taking a tiny step back. "It's just that, you guys hardly ever talk to me, I just thought you wanted a tutor or something-"

"Well, let's just cut to the chase, then." Hannah said, the grin instantly wiping off her makeup-caked face.

"What do you mean?" I ask them.

"I think you know exactly what we mean." Mackenzie says, scowling.

"I don't, actually, you haven't exactly hinted at what you're talking about, so-" I started, but was interrupted by Stephanie letting out a short, clipped laugh.

"Stay away from Harry, he's mine." I mentally roll my eyes. What else would they be talking about?

"You can have him all you want, but he's a human, you can't call dibs on a person." I say, crossing my arms. All three sneer and roll their eyes. I scoff and say, "I don't like him. So, go ahead and ask him out. I honestly do not care. But, I know for a fact that he won't go out with any of you."

"And how do you know?" Hannah asked, hands on her hips. I point behind her, where Harry himself is making an overly-dramatic disgusted face, sticking out his tongue and gagging. It was hard not to giggle. The three made aggravated noises and stormed off. I finally laughed, clutching my stomach, Harry doing something similar.

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Lol bitches will be bitches.

~Emily~