"You don't need to protect me, Harry. No one asked you to," I informed, looking at him with confused eyes. What did he mean protect me?
I could tell Louis and Eleanor were listening in despite them facing the opposite direction.
"No one needed to," Harry countered, his voice deep and rough causing shivers to shoot down my spine. I don't know what it was about him but I couldn't control a damn thing when I'm near him. I blush uncontrollably, butterflies erupt in my stomach constantly, and he just gave me this feeling that I've never felt before. I didn't know what it was and I didn't know if I liked it or not..
I furrowed my eyebrows looking at him, "Why? What's so special about me?" I question, exasperated. I was confused and tired. I didn't know what was so special about me that Harry just had to have me. If Ali and Jenna were right, and I'm sure they were, he could get any girl in this school. Yet, he wanted me.
Just as Harry was about to respond, Mrs. Collins decided now would be a splendid time to instruct the class on our next assignment. And of course, Harry took this as a get out of jail free card, and decided to actually listen for once. Yay.
"Okay, now that you are finished reading-"Mrs. Collins started making me groan internally at the fact that I hadn't even started to read what she had assigned us, due to my conversation with Harry. This should be fun.
"I'm going to announce your project-"She started, stopping once everyone in the class groaned, including me, "Yes I know, who would have thought school would involve work?" She muttered sarcastically to us, making me crack a small smile.
"Either way, the assignment is due Monday. Since we are learning genres, each group will have a different category having to do with one form of emotion authors often use in stories. You will be in groups of two-"She continued to explain, us students listening along. Well besides Harry, who had his feet on the desk while leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.
"Yes, Matt," Mrs. Collins called on one of the lacrosse players that sat towards the front of the class.
"Are we choosing our own partners?" He asked the rest of the class alert with interest on the topic. It wasn't a foreign concept that students despised when teachers picked their partners for them.
We wanted the power to pick our own partners, who were usually friends. However, when teacher's pick the partners it's usually unfair. They'll pair the one smart kid with the dumbass hoping it will bring up the one kids grade and teach him/her to work well. When in reality, it's the smart kid doing all the work while the dumbass takes partial credit for it.
"Good question, Matt," Mrs. Collins commented before answering it with a quick and blatant, "No."
We all sighed heavily, slouching in our chairs at the sound of it. This project wasn't going to be fun. It was going to be work and we all knew it.
"Now I don't want any whining or complaining coming from any of you. I'm going to tell you who your partner is and there is no changing it," Mrs. Collins spoke up, causing me to look at her, "Everyone look at the person seated next to you, that's going to be your partner for this project," She instructed. The room was full of people either groaning or cheering as they look at their partner. I, however, was in between. I didn't know what to feel as I looked over at Harry.
He, on the other hand, seemed delighted at the idea due to the smirk crossing his lips.
"Listen up!" Mrs. Collins announced, causing the class to clamber down from our previous outburst in conversations with one another.
"I'm going to call on you, letting you know what form of emotion you and your partner are going to be working on," She announced, making
us all quiet down. I was mentally praying that Harry and I didn't get love. Not only was I dreading doing this project, but getting love would make things incredibly awkward between us, wouldn't it?
