Phobia || HRVY A.U

Three

Staring at the clock opposite me, I watched the second hand slowly tick for what felt like hours, but it had actually only been two minutes. I'd already spent an hour lesson in this room, I really don't need to waste another.

Thank god, Harvey got moved to the other side of the classroom. I was sat in my original seat, we was in the back corner. Apparently I'm a distraction, 'just like my father' Mr Andrews told me.

Mr Andrews used to teach my dad, which really says how old my maths teacher is. My dad hasn't been to this school since he was sixteen, that's almost twenty years now. According to my dad, the man and his classroom haven't changed at all since he was here.

We had a parents evening earlier in the year, my dad went to each of my teachers to find out how I was doing in each subject. Turns out, I excel in English, art and music - much like my dad - however, I'm currently failing maths - again, just like my dad did.

Slamming a text book and a pile of squared paper in front of me, the old man interrupted my day dream, much to my dismay, "I want you to fill four sides of A4 paper with questions and their answers from that text book. Then, you'll be able to leave." he told me, pushing his glasses closer to his face, then walking over to Harvey and telling him the same.

It took me about thirty minutes to fill the paper, back and front, with answers to questions. Not caring if they're right or not, I placed the paper on my teachers desk then collected my things and walked out.

Footsteps followed behind me, as I waked to the dining hall to see my friends - and get some food. Not bothering to turn around, to see who was behind me, I grabbed a box of chips from the 'hot' section of the cafeteria - giving the dinner lady a £2 coin in return.

Standing at the small table, to the right of where I had just been, I covered my chips in tomato sauce. Grabbing a plastic fork, a hand touched mine as they also picked up a fork. "Sorry," I mumbled, turning to walk away.

"Wait," the person said, causing me to turn and look at them, "Summer."

"What do you want, Harvey?" I sighed, raising my eyebrow quizzically at the blonde boy.

"I have a school football game on Friday night," he began, scratching the back of his neck - before continuing. "I'd like you to come."

"No," I told him, turning and walking away.

Before I knew it, he reached out and grabbed my arm - spinning me around to face him - causing everyone to look at the pair of us. "Come on, Summer," he begged, "I know how much you want to see me run around a field in shorts," Harvey smirked, flashing his pearly white teeth.

Bluntly, I told him, "no," and attempted to turn back around, dramatically failing as his grip tightened. "Let me go," I demanded, rolling my eyes at the disappointed looking boy stood in front of me.

Every time I tried to leave, his grip tightened on my arm. Eventually, giving up, I sighed and decided I would eat my chips before they got cold - gaining a confused look from Harvey, "what are you doing?" He asked.

"Clearly, I'm eating my chips," I told him, pointing out the obvious.

Rolling his green eyes at me, he continued, "well obviously. I meant why,"

"Because you won't let go of me," I answered, shoving another warm chip, covered in tomato sauce, in my mouth. "And I don't like cold chips."

Sighing, Harvey looked at me thoughtfully, "will you at least think about it?"

"Sure. If you let me go," I answered, looking at the boys tight grip around my forearm.

"Fine." Letting go of me, he walked to his usual table and I walked to mine, where all of my friends were looking at me - quizzically.

Sitting on the red chair, next to Brooklyn, at the end of the table, they all threw millions of questions at me.

"Where have you been?"
"What did he want?"
"Were you just talking to Harvey Cantwell?"
"Are you going to his football game?"
"Did he invite you?"

Eating the chips I had just bought, I ignored them all - causing the majority of them to roll their eyes and me happily eat my food in peace.

Plugging my earphones into my phone, I looked around the dining hall, my eyes landing on Harvey. Realising he was already looking at me, I rolled my eyes and looked away.

What does he want from me?

The last two lessons of the day went by quite quickly, quicker than I had expected. Brooklyn and Emily tried to persuade me to get coffee with them after school - to work on the English homework which is due tomorrow. However, I rejected their offer and decided I'd have a nap instead.

Sitting up in bed, after being asleep for two hours, I scanned the small room for my TV remote. Groaning, realising it was on the other side of the room and I didn't want to move. As a result, I grabbed my silver MacBook from my bedside table ; opening YouTube to listen to some music, then opening another tab to do my English homework.