Curls and Caramel

Chapter 23

I stand in the hallway looking at Jason in awe. I don't know why he cared if I was in a vehicle with another guy. Harry was just driving me to school, but then again he doesn't know him. He's waiting anxiously for my reply.

"I was with Harry." I reply coolly. 

"Is he a friend of yours?" He asks putting his hands in his jean pockets nervously. I've never seen him like this  before.

"You can say that." I smile at him and he returns it half heartily. Why is he so worked up over this?

"I'm really looking forward to going out for frozen yogurt." I say changing the subject to ease the awkwardness that has come as we walk to my locker. He nods his head in agreement and waits for me to get my supplies so we can walk to class together.

We take a seat next to each other in English class and normally Clarissa and I have this class together except for today. I don't mind having this class in the morning because I can daydream about things and not pay attention.  The book we're reading is a book that I've read before so I don't really pay attention, yet I get A's in this class. About half way through the lame lecture, Jason passes me a note.I quickly grab it before the teacher turns around from the board.

"What r u thinking about? :)" I look over to Jason who's looking at me with a little smile on his lips. We haven't been in class for long and he's already bored.

"How we're going 2 get into trouble passing notes :p" I pass the ripped piece of paper back to him when the teacher isn't looking. He looks at it and just shakes his head. 

"Not much of a rebel are ya?" He slides the piece of paper on my desk when the teacher glances at the class. I stifle my laugh while reading the note. I shake my head at him and he shrugs his shoulders.

"Is there something you want to share with the class?" Mr.Dubain asks us with his arms crossed with his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. Jason shakes his head.

"No sir." He says his cheeks reddening a little from embarrassment. I bite the inside of my cheek to hold in my laugh. Mr. Dubain goes back to talking about the book to the class.

 After a few glances and almost getting caught again, the class is finally over. I'm thankful that Mr. Dubain didn't call us over to his desk to talk about what happened earlier. We walk out of class releasing our laughter we've been holding in.

"I'll see you later Izzy." He gives me a hug before leaving for his next class. I stay on the second floor for my next class which I'm thankful for. It's to early for going up and down too many flights of stairs. 

I fumble with my bag trying to retrieve a notebook from it. It seems like it doesn't want to come out. I'm not paying any attention to where I'm going and I bump into someone.

"Sorry." I automatically say to the person I ran into not looking up to retrieve my bag.

"Ah there's Harry's little play doll." When I hear Eric's voice I freeze looking up at him. His dark brown eyes looking at me. He's smiling looking at me up and down. I cross my arms walking away not wanting to have nothing to do with him. He grabs my arm pulling me to him. I release my arm from his grip.

"What do you want?" I say glaring at him. The fact that he doesn't understand that I want nothing to do with him irritates me.. a lot. 

"So you are you and curly boy doing?" He asks leaning into his locker. 

"Fine. You shouldn't really worry about it, it's none of your business anyway." I say rolling my eyes at him.

"It is my business. You're my business." He says stepping closer to me his height towering me. I don't understand why he thinks he should know everything about my life at the moment.