Confident

8- Game On

"Um... Bye," Brooklyn said quickly and closed the door in Harry's face. She gasped when his foot shot forward and stopped the door from closing.

"I don't get a thank you?" Harry asked as he pushed the door open.

"For what?"

"For the whole evening I spent tutoring you, babe."

"Oh, yeah," Brooklyn said and glanced over her shoulder. "Thanks, surprisingly it helped slightly. Now, goodbye Harry."

"Why are you in such a rush to get rid of me, Brooklyn?" Harry asked.

"Brandon," Brooklyn blurted. "He'd kill me if he saw you here."

"Don't worry about Brandon," Harry scoffed.

"You don't have to live with him," Brooklyn sighed. "Please go, Harry."

"Okay. On one condition."

"What?"

"You let me pick you up tomorrow."

"No," Brooklyn said immediately.

"Then I guess I'm chilling here," Harry shrugged and Brooklyn sighed.

"Fine. Yes, pick me up! Now go. Now!"

"Laters, babe," he smirked and walked off, chuckling lowly under his breath as he did so.

*

Brooklyn cursed when she woke up, sleeping past her alarm clock. She scrambled out of her bed and quickly showered, changing into a pair of ripped jean shorts and a loose flowery crop top. She slipped her black flip flops on and threw her curly hair up into a messy bun, cursing her untameable curls as she did. She then grabbed her school bag and rushed out of her room, not having any time for makeup.

The house was empty as she hurried downstairs and grabbed an apple. Her aunt and uncle were at work and Brandon had to leave early again for school.

Brooklyn was surprised that Brandon didn't realise Harry was at the house last night. She was relieved she wouldn't have to deal with him getting pissy.

Brooklyn glanced at the time and smiled when she saw it was before Harry was due to arrive. She had a feeling he would be annoyed that she walked, but she wanted to distance herself from him.

Brooklyn was slightly out of breath when she exited her house, her morning was very rushed to make sure she would beat Harry. She shut the door behind her and stepped onto the pavement, but she froze when she looked up.

Harry's sleek black car was parked in front of her. The window slowly rolled down and Harry turned to look at her. He had a pair of sunglasses on, so she couldn't see his eyes, but she could tell he wasn't happy.

It was as if he knew she was going to try to sneak out before he arrived.

"Sneaky," he called, his voice cold. "But do you think I'm stupid?"

"For crying out loud," Brooklyn sighed and rubbed her head. She knew there was no point fighting him at this point, she knew no matter what she did she would eventually end up in the car.

Brooklyn couldn't help but flush as she sat in the passengers seat and dumped her bag at her feet, her mind going back to the previous night. She tentatively touched her mouth and frowned.

It wasn't a kiss. It couldn't be classed as a proper kiss. It lasted barely a second. His lips brushed hers. But... It was something. It stirred something within Brooklyn that she hadn't ever felt before.

"Are you listening?" Harry snapped and Brooklyn jumped when Harry suddenly reached across her and yanked her seatbelt down, clipping it into place.