Again

Chapter 7.

''I'm sure he was just messing with you,'' Heather says, obviously trying to comfort and ease my distress over the event that took place in front of my house this morning. 

I slam the door of my mint blue locker close, earning some glares. Our school, home of the panthers, are a bunch of hormonal teenagers that apparently hate the sound of someone slamming a locker shut.

''I don't think he saw you,'' continues Heather, chewing on the end of her pencil.

Emma, whose busy typing on her phone, follows us down the hall. ''What was the other boys name again?'' she asks.

I bite my lip, swinging my bag on one shoulder. ''Zayn.''

''And he has tattoos just like Harry does?'' the girls continue pressing. My stomach flutters as Harry's name falls, though. I hope it's just the deep feeling you get when you start to dislike someone. It could be my embarrassment as well. Still, I shouldn't get any reaction because of him. Just like this morning, when his eyes locked with mine and I just froze and didn't say anything back. 

Honestly, I would just like to change the topic and forget this boy and his rude remarks. 

''Yeah, I guess,'' I sigh, rolling my eyes as Heather wriggles her eyebrows. She definitely has something going on for tattoos.

I blow out my cheeks, scratching my forehead, as we walk into first period. I sit down on the chair not wanting to sit in the very front. I watch as a preppy girl sit behind me, shorts skirts showing off way to much skin. I ignore her childish laughter and instead get ready to take my notes. I pull out my planner and notebook for the class as well as my green pencil case.

And while Ms. Hanson, our Biology teacher, explain us how we actually hear things and how ear is build, I cannot help myself thinking about the smirk he had on his face when he talked to me. How he laughed at me and how stupid I felt. His face just makes his way back into my thoughts every time. I wish there's a button I could just switch off and his face would vanish. 

I mentally kick myself for not saying anything, and just standing there. My mother did not raise me like that at all. I shake my head slightly, trying my hardest to concentrate, but it just won't work. I put my head on my notebook, tired of making anymore notes.

If even Biology, which happens to be one of my favorite subjects, can't distract me I need to do something about it. Usually being academically active makes me fun, I enjoy it. But today not so much.

•••

''You got me a dress?!'' I ask Emma as she holds it in front of my body. I look at myself in the mirror, hair up in a ponytail, green eyes staring back at me. We're back home, and after eating an really early dinner and watching re-runs of Friends we figured it's time to finally get ready.

''Yeah, you like it?'' Heather, whom sits on my bed, asking me somewhat nervous. The dress is light rose color, with a low collar. The fabric stops right after my boobs, and continues as a transparent fabric to my collarbones. It's actually very beautiful and not what I was expecting at all.

I smile. ''It's amazing, I love it.''

''Oh thank goodness! We actually got you a yellow one, but we thought since your hair is red and your have green eyes it'd just look weird.''

I laugh, ''Alright, so Finn is coming in two hours,'' I glance at the watch on my wrist. ''The movie will start in two and a half hours.''

''Stop talking and go and get a shower.''

I nod, literally running into the bathroom. I shower as fast as I could, careful not to wet my hair, before jumping out and getting in a big towel, which covers me until mid-tight. I open my hair, curling the ends and pinning the fronts sections of my hair back with bobby pins. When I walk back into my bedroom, forty minutes later, I find the top of my dresser covered in beauty products.