Bet

F O U R : L U N C H

Im sorry if this is bad😭 the story is kicking off soon i promise. Just bare with me.

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I've always hated lunch. It was too crowded and no one had manners when it came to who was in line for their food. People cut the lines, pushed and shoved and took all of the ketchup before I could even walk into the stupid cafeteria. There were too many students and it freaked me out when my eyes would dart around the room yet I couldn't find an open seat. 

I hated going to lunch and would oftentimes skip the thirty minute period, hiding out in an old teacher's or empty classroom. However, my grumbling stomach wouldn't allow me to think about missing out on free food. That's how I found myself in the middle of the overly packed lunchroom, trying to find an empty chair. 

Unfortunately, Jade didn't share the same lunch period with me and I wasn't extremely close to any other person. Even if I was, none of the faces of my peers gave off signals of familiarity. 

I heard someone rudely mutter, "move", before I was shoved to the side. The weight of my food bent the styrofoam plate and the contents spilled onto the floor. 

"No!" I gasped out, starring pitifully at the discarded food. 

I turned to look at the person who pushed me. She was looking to the floor, mouth open in amusement. She started to laugh, "Well maybe next time, you shouldn't stand in the way."

I clenched my fists and opened my mouth to say something when a deep voice cut me off. 

"Hey, no need to be so hostile." 

The velvety richness of the British accent washed away my anger and my heart was fluttering away like the butterfly tattooed on my wrist. 

I turned around, my eyes meeting his face. He wasn't looking at me, instead staring at the girl who shoved me. 

"Let's all be nice here. You shoved her and spilled her food, the least you can do is apologize."

The girl - despite being in absolute awe that Harry was talking to her - huffed and folded her arms over her chest. Then she turned to look at me. 

"I am sorry."

"See, love? That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Then he turned to me. "What's your name? Come on, I'll pay for another meal."

With one last glance at the unnamed girl, Harry turned on his heel and began walking back to the lunch lady for pay for my food.  

"You don't have to," I mumbled, trailing behind him. 

"Hm?" He turned around after handing over a dollar bill. "Just go get your food, you can come sit next to me."

On the inside, I was screaming at how much attention he was giving me. On the outside, I showed nothing but a shy smile and slowly walked my way to grab another plate of food. 

He waited for me, thin lips turning up into a smile. "Got it?" 

We were off to his table. It was one of those high tables that only the cool kids get. Not because they are reserved, but because anyone who sits in those chairs are immediately kicked out. I felt like some kind of royalty sitting in them. 

I enjoyed it while it lasted because I knew I would never get another chance like this again. 

At Harry's table sat one other girl and two boys. Neither of them paid me any mind when I sat down. Harry acknowledged one of the boys with the nod of his head. 

"So, you never told me your name." He said, stealing a french fry from my plate. I didn't protest since he was the one who bought it. 

"Oh, uh.. Y/n. My name is Y/n Y/l/n."

"Y/n," He nodded to himself. "Are you new here?" 

I frowned, "No? We share the same first period.." 

His eyes widen in shock, "Really? How come I've never seen you before?"

Because you don't pay attention to anyone other than your groupies.

"I sit at the back, that could be why.."

He nods before looking away from me, tuning in to the conversation that his table was having. 

"You didn't have to do that, you know. Pay for my food. I would have been perfectly fine." I tore him from his daze. 

He turned to look at me, green eyes shining, reflecting the sun that hit them. 

Why are your eyes so pretty?  Why do you have to be so damn attractive?

"I wanted to."

I didn't say anything after that and ate my food in silence. 

Harry lifted his long sleeve to scratch at his wrist when I saw dark ink drawn on the skin.

"Tattoo?" I asked. His head shot to me as if he forgot I was still sitting there. I could see my words processing in his mind before he looked down at his arm, a smile playing at his lips. 

"Oh, yeah. I have a lot of them actually. All up my arm, and some on my chest." His hand ran over his body, pointing out where the ink was and I was salivating at the thought of it. 

I placed my wrist on the table and showed him the small tattoo on my wrist. 

"I have a tattoo, too.. I want to add more to it." My finger traced over the silhouette of the insect. 

We fell into a conversation about tattoos; telling the story of the painful first time but having the same thirst for new ink. 

"I wanna get one right here." He circled his upper thigh with his hands. 

"What would you get?" I questioned, looking at the time on the clock to see that lunch was almost over. 

He thought over it for a while. 

"Brazil."

I nodded feeling confusion wash over me. "Why Brazil?"

He shrugged, "Why not?" Then the bell signaling the end of the period was heard. 

Everyone at the table was quick to leave Harry and I behind. 

I enjoyed talking to him, he made me feel comfortable. I thought I would embarrass myself if we were to talk because of the infatuation I had with him but it was the opposite. It felt normal talking to him.

I went to thank him for paying for my lunch but when I turned around, he was gone. I pouted a little but shrugged it off. I knew that him and I wouldn't advance to become friends but it still hurt that he ditched me. 

I was walking up the stairs to my next class. The people in front of me were walking all too slow for my liking so I walked around them. 

I began to speed walk to my class, whipping passed the wet floor sign. My shoes lost their grip on the floor and all too quickly I was sliding on the floor. I was just about to fall backwards when a pair of arms grabbed mine to hold me upright.

I gasped, eyes widening.

"Second time I have to save your ass today. Shouldn't you be a little more careful?"

His words were serious but his tone and the furrowing of his eyes suggest something playful. The slow tilt of the corner of his mouth was the icing on the cake.

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