The rest of the day was like hell.
Word that Harry and I were a ‘thing’ spread like a wildfire, luckily for me, not fast enough before I told Kristen the whole story at lunch. People were non-stop interviewing me about it in all of my classes, and even in the halls during passing.
James didn’t sit next to me in Yearbook, in fact, he sat on the opposite side of the room where Harry used to sit next to Niall. That then gave Harry the opportunity to come sit by me and constantly distract me from taking notes the whole class.
I was now at home, laying on the couch, with a party bag of Lay’s potato chips, crying silently as I watch reruns of The Office.
Why did I have to go and do that?! Why couldn’t I just have talked to James like nothing had ever happened that morning…?
Full of regret and sadness, I try not to think about the next year of my life, but for every thought that does escape my prison, I try to imagine a world where James confessed his love for me and where we were madly in love with each other.
But that reality is not true, and it’s not going to happen.
Now I was stuck with the British dweeb who follows me everywhere.
What if James wasn’t talking to me because he has a girlfriend now? It might not be totally because of the thing with Harry this morning, right?
He was talking to you normally in the hallway though.
I fight with myself constantly before a buzzing noise fills the room.
I grab out my phone wishing and praying that it’ll be James, but am disappointed to see that it’s none other than the dweeb himself texting me.
*Hey sweetheart. ;)*
I cringe at the text and hesitantly reply,
*What do you want*
I wait a minute. Then two. Just as I’m about to throw my phone back on the couch, it buzzes again.
*I figured since we’re dating now and all, we should probably change our bio’s on Instagram to taken or some shit like that. And also, I don’t appreciate the tone*
Rolling my eyes, I type fast as the tears on my cheeks dry.
*First off, we are NOT dating. It’s for show. And second, there’s no ‘tone’ in a text.*
His reply doesn’t take more than a second.
*Wow. You’re suck a loving girlfriend.*
*Not you’re girlfriend*
*Oh, but you are*
