Forever h.s. (sneak peek)

// five //

Chapter 5 – On One Condition

A R I A N A

You know that feeling where you’re frustrated but you know you can do nothing about it so you learn to control your anger but deep down inside you know you’re still frustrated? Well that’s what I’m feeling right now.

It’s second period and Harry’s phone is still in my pocket. I can see the professor’s lips moving but I’m not paying attention to the words coming out of her mouth. Physics just isn’t what’s on my mind right now… Harry is. I have so many unanswered questions it’s starting to give me a headache. Why did he take my phone but give me his back? He could have just easily taken his phone and gotten away with it so why did he take my phone only? What did he do with it? Did he tell his friends about my pathetic life; proving the fact by showing them my contacts? Why did he take my phone and leave that snarky letter this morning? Out of hatred towards me? If he hates me, why did he make me tea? Unless he poisoned it… What if--

“Ariana” The professor cut off my thoughts.

“Yes ma’am?” I answered afraid of her follow-up question.

“Since you seem like you’re paying attention, you wouldn’t mind answering number 8 would you?” She shot me a fake smile as I looked down to the book I was comfortably resting my elbow on before she interrupted my train of thoughts. Hmmm let’s see. Number 8… oh that’s and easy one.

“Density ma’am.”

“Very well. Please pay more attention when I’m teaching.” She looked towards the screen which had a graph shown on it with the use of a projector, and continued her lesson. Phew

(..)

“Come on, you can’t be serious!”

“I am! She literally winked at me when she said intercourse!”

“You were dreaming! She couldn’t have! She’s the strictest teacher I know!”

“Well, good girls are only bad girls that haven’t been caught, my man.”

“Pshht! Even if you saw her winking, I’m pretty sure she wasn’t winking at you! I sat right behind you. I’m pretty sure she winked at me. Sorry bro, I’m too sexy.”

Here I was devouring my sandwich listening to Zayn and Luke argue about a teacher I don’t even know who apparently winked at one of them while explaining her lecture. As if.

A hand slammed the surface of the table next to me making all of us jump. I looked up to see who the person that oh-so-rudely- interrupted my lunch, only to see Harry. Finally.

“Bonjour. How’s it going?” He took a seat next to me and Zayn immediately tensed up giving him a hard look. What was going on between them?

“Great, Harry. It’s going great now, where’s my phone?” I said in a monotone voice not even bothering to look at him. I picked up my sandwich and took a big bite out of it.

“Oh Harry, thank for being so nice and making tea for me this morning. Oh Harry, how can I ever thank you?” He said in a high pitched voice probably trying to imitate my voice.

“Okay first; that sounded like a dying hyena and second--“

“Tea? Ari, why was Harry making you tea in the morning? Where did you sleep last night?” Zayn interjected looking completely pissed off.

“A-At his um… at his house.” I mumbled quite afraid of Zayn’s reaction.

“Yeah. She may look shy from the outside but she’s a tiger in bed.” Harry said smirking afterwards. I turned to face him and gave him a hard punch in his upper arm. Unfortunately he didn’t even wince. Damn ,boy.