There he was. Sitting two rows in front of me, one chair to the left. It was like everything in the room pointed to him; the arrows on the board, the way the students' heads were tilted, everything. Harry was indescribable. His brown hair curled ever so softly, his broad shoulders engulfed by the bright yellow shirt he wore, his fingers gripping his pen with a slight force. It was no secret every girl was in love with him.
You see, when we were children we grew up together. He lived in house number 8, I was in number 10. Our dads knocked down the fence separating our gardens so we could always play, we were close, that was until junior year of high school. The summer after freshman year, he left for two years, eventually coming back for junior year. He changed. Shy, little skinny Harry was gone, he was replaced by arrogant, broad-shouldered, tall Harry. And I didn't like it. It was like he suddenly forgot about me and decided to pay attention to every other girl in the school. I mean, don't get me wrong Harry was always an attractive boy but nobody ever paid attention and now when he grows muscles it's like he had taken off an invisibility cloak.
It's now halfway through the first day of senior year, and I have one more new class to go to- chemistry. I was always good at science because I was interested. You will never do well in a topic you're not interested in, so I tried to interest myself in all my topics ( disclaimer, it mostly didn't work). Walking up to my class, I see a seating chart upon Mr Humman's board. I look for my name, and when I find it, I sit down at the back table in the right-hand corner of the class. I get all my books out and wait for my partner to show up. A couple of minutes pass by and the lesson has started and yet still no one has come to sit by me, it's weird, people are usually serious enough about their education in senior year to show up on time. The teacher hands out worksheets for us all to complete during the rest of the lesson so I put my earphones in and continue with my work.
A good ten minutes pass by and I hear a loud bang on my desk. I look up to see what happened, and there he was. Harry, presumably my chemistry partner for the next year, strolling in half an hour late into a lesson. "Hi, Olivia" he manages to get out under his breath. I simply smile at him and continue with my work. "Oh so you're just not gonna talk to me, is that it?" I roll my eyes at him but I still don't verbally reply. "I see how it is. Well as you know I can be very annoying so until you answer me I'm going to poke you." And that is exactly what he did. For five minutes straight. Luckily I grew up with an older brother so it didn't bother me, but damn you have to admire the resilience of this man. "Yeah okay, hi Harry. Can you stop poking me now? thank you" I say, slapping his hand away and trying to focus on my work. He bears a toothy smile at me and begins to concentrate on his own work.
Once the bell rang I packed up all my stuff and began to walk towards when a sharp tug on my arm pulled me back harshly. "Your number?"
"What?"
"Your number, like phone number, can I have it?"
"Why?"
"Because I wanna talk to you.."
"Harry we live right next to each other, our windows face each other. I think you can last without my number."
And with that, he let me go.
