I sat down for lunch beside Harry again as Sophie and Adam were out once again, and he greeted me with a smile.
It was strange that Adam had missed this much school. It had only been two days but I had never really seen him skip, even if he did have a bit of a cold.
"How was your morning?" He asked and I laughed.
"Fine. How was yours?"
"Good." He replied, taking a bite of his pizza with a smile. "So your classes were good?"
I chuckled.
"What?"
"You seem to be extra nice today." I commented, opening my water bottle.
"What? I'm not allowed to be nice?"
"No, you can. I just started getting used to you being such an asshole, I guess I wasn't expecting this." I said with a small smirk and he rolled his eyes.
"That's actually offending."
"You even said it yourself, so no need to act like it actually bothers you now."
"I guess you're right." He shrugged. "But trust me, I don't think this behavior will last very long. You tend to get bitchy and annoying most of the time too."
"That's actually offending." I spoke, attempting to mock his accent and he laughed.
"Is that what I sound like to you?" He asked, still laughing.
"All the time. It gets very... Annoying."
"Well shit. Maybe I should start talking like you Americans." He mocked my accent, making it very believable.
"Not bad." I complimented.
"Thank you. I've been practicing." He smiled at me warmly, shaking his head at his comment.
"So how is twelfth grade? Stressful?" I asked and he shrugged.
"It's alright."
"Have you made enough friends since you've moved here?" I questioned with a small smile, not realizing how ridiculous the question actually was until I said it.
"What kind of questions are these?"
"I’m trying to keep up this conversation." I laughed.
"Well you're shit at doing so," he told me.
"Don't worry, you're not too great at it either." I mentioned with a smile, picking up my book and opening it to where I had kept a random piece of ripped paper I found in one of my notebooks.
“What are you reading?” He asked.
“The Great Gatsby.” I replied. “And no, it’s not just a movie.”
“I knew that.” He smiled.
“Oh really?”
“Yes, actually.” He said and I shrugged.
“Well that’s a first.” I admitted.
“So is it any good?”
“What?”
“The book.” He repeated. “Is it good?”
“It’s really good.” I replied.
“Wow. Thank you for that beautiful insight on what you think of it. I’m sure the author would just love to hear that.” He joked and I smiled, putting the book down.
“Okay. How's this:” I began. “I think this book is simply alluring and I just can’t seem to put it down every time I turn the page. It’s fascinating how the author came up with-”
