18 [h.s.]

one

I walked down from the student section after the game. Harry’s team, the Ravens, had successfully gone undefeated this season.

After their little huddle, before they would go back in the locker room, the boys would stay out on the field as fans would come and talk to them. I tried to find Harry. But I am tiny, so it makes it difficult to do so.

“Violet!” I heard my friend yell. “Harry is over there,” she pointed, “talking to some people.”

“Thanks Anna!” I smiled at her. She had curly brown hair, and was in a black outfit for the theme of that night.

I rounded a group of freshmen before I saw Harry’s mop of brown hair on his head. His forehead was sweaty, his poor posture showing, as he supported himself on someone. As I got closer I realized it wasn’t just anyone, it was a girl.

Stacy Marks.

She giggled as they talked with a few other girls and Harry did his, “I’m in an awkward spot” hair tug. But then she turned to him, went on her tippy toes, and kissed him…

ON THE F*CKING LIPS