Infatuated [h.s]

5

Avalon

What did he just do? Did he just...? Did he really...? Avi, you literally need to tone down on those french fries! The rotten potatoes are deteriorating your brain!

"Like Ben and Jerry, Harry and Avi!" someone whisper-shouted behind me. I immediately turned around to find my three best friends eager to hear news about what just happened.

"Soooo...? How's the little date with Mr. Curly?" asked Venice, while eating up her yogurt.

"Yeah, you look red, as red as my strawberry yogurt." said Wednesday, putting the spoon filled with yogurt beside my face and comparing the colors. Why the hell would my complexion be the same color as a fucking yogurt?

"It has to be something. Did he do something that made you not talk for like a minute already? And why are you holding your forehead like you just hit your head or some shit?" asked Asher, placing her empty yogurt cup on the table, examining my struck face.

I immediately slam my hand on the table, startling the girls. Butterflies are all over my stomach right now. I can't get that thing Harry said and did to me minutes ago.

He kissed me on the forehead, damn it. And he told me he fucking loves me. Did he mean all that?

Probably not, it was just part of that Knock Knock joke of his, apparently. Should I even tell my friends about this if he didn't mean it?

He probably doesn't mean it . . . and me telling my friends nonsense things is a normal thing.

"Harrytoldmehelovesme." I quickly responded, without emphasis and halts.

"All I heard was the name Harry." Asher rolled her eyes.

"Harry. Told. Me. He. Loves. Me."

"Wait, no fooking way?" Venice went on mocking Harry's cursing. I instantly laughed at her but then nodded as if to tell them that I meant what I told them.

"Well that was something." Wednesday said sarcastically and then they all laugh.

What the hell?

"I'm sorry . . . we just know that you've been having thoughts if he meant it or not." Asher said, leaving me dumbstruck as to how the fuck that girl knew what I was thinking.

"I just don't want to assume about this." I say.

He can't like me, I'm a nobody. He's probably known for being the most attractive boy in Cheshire High School. I'm basically just that girl at the back of biology class, burning things and messing everything up.

"Avi, Azenith talked about Harry while we were getting frozen yoghurt earlier." Wednesday recalled.

"And? What'd she say?"

"Harry has had girls before you, yes that is true, but he's never really been this intrigued with a girl as he has been with you. We don't know him that much yet, but you probably don't have to worry much," Wednesday advised, while eating the last bit of her strawberry yoghurt.

I sighed.

"And besides," Venice leaned on the table. "He's just your crush, right? So you won't have to be that affected about his feelings for you."

I sighed. I've liked him ever since I was 13, it wouldn't be called infatuation if my feelings lasted for 5 years, right?

I got interrupted when the school bell rang for our next class.

I sighed once more as I was walking with my best friends back to our classroom. I'm seriously thinking more about my feelings than our next class' pop quiz.