The Saint's Lips

Chapter Five

Liam and I have AP History again right after lunch the next day, and after an already exhausting morning, I practically fall asleep on my chair by the time I'm sitting in class. When I hear the seat next to me move with the indication that Liam has sat down, I pick my head up and give a smile. Instead of Liam though, I see Harry looking down at me.

I straighten myself and brush back the strands of hair that have fallen out of place from the long day. He doesn't address me, he just looks at me with a smirk plastered to the smooth creases on his face. Now that he's closer, I notice that his cheeks indent with dimples just like mine. Even his eyes are near the same shade of green as mine are. The only difference lies in his colourfully lacking clothes.

Liam comes rushing in and then gives me a confused look at the fact that Harry basically stole his seat. I shrug my shoulders and give him the same confused glance before he settles for a seat directly behind me. I try to turn to tell him I'm sorry but Mr. Higgins marches into the classrom and closes the door before I can say anything.

Liam gives me an assuring look that calms my nerves.

"Today we'll be pairing up into partners. Take a good look at who's sitting next to you because they are your partner for the next three weeks. This project will take up a good chunk of your grade and I expect it to be well done. Listen carefully."

I turn to look at Harry in disbelief. I can hear Liam give an exasperated sigh from behind me, because he got partenered up with one of the bombshell cheerleaders.

"Oops." Harry leans in and whispers to me a few moments later. Mr. Higgins has already opened the chalkboard ahead to reveal it covered in an explanation to the upcoming project. I decide not to answer Harry, still dressed in all black today, while I attempt to take notes on what exactly this project is meant to be. Already, I'm safely assuming that I'll most likely end up doing the entire project anyway, so I figure I might as well know exactly what I'm doing.

"I'm trying to concentrate." I tell him and I can practically hear his eyes roll in his head.

"Don't think I meant for this to happen. I just wanted to make sure you didn't tell anyone what happened last night." He whispers in response, which only aggravates me even further. It's enough that I have to do the entire project on my own, but to be forced out of concentration when I attempt to take notes is possibly one of my worst pet peeves.

"You can bug me about why you stole Liam's seat all you want later, but right now I just need to copy these notes. Please, okay? Thank you." I tell him flatly, at first, but my tone begins to rise in annoyance at each word I say.

He gives me a shocked look that I happen to catch, his eyebrows raised and his eyes darkened from slight confusion. His mouth seems to have tipped a slight angle higher which, unless I imagined it, gave him the look of being, impressed? I can't quite make it out, but at least he stops talking after that.

Finally when my shoulders relax and my pen stops scribbling all over my paper furiously, he leans in once again to whisper closer to my ear.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but your lack of interest in me is quite frankly turning me on."

I nearly choke on my own spit, while thankfully catching the tail end of Mr. Higgins' sentence in which he instructs us to discuss the beginning of the project with our partner.

My eyes go wide and I give Harry a sideways glance as well as scanning the rest of the classroom to see if anyone else caught on to what he just said. His eyes are still fixed intently on my own as he scans my body language, analysing each reaction that I have to his words with crafted expertise.