Age is just a number, after all. (Morten Harket x Reader)

Age is just a number, after all. (Chapter 16)

"Pst, hey, (y/n). Don't you want to take notes?", a quiet, concerned voice from next to you asked.

You turned your head. Your best friend Caroline shot you a half worried, half encouraging look. You smiled at her and nodded, directing your attention to the front of the classroom.

English class. You sighed internally. Why did they make you read Romeo and Juliet now? Shakespeare's English was so old and tough to read, it made your head hurt. But it was a major part of English literature. You believed that every student should have read at least one of Shakespeare's works, so it might as well be that one. The story of Romeo and Juliet was so cliché that it stung you. All of this dramatic romance. You grinded your teeth at the thought.

The teacher was making notes about the time and setting of the story, trying to give the students a better understanding of the world they were about to experience. You copied the text from the blackboard lazily.

Throughout the period, every now and then, you shot a glance at Jakob. He seemed bored and distracted, scribbling something on his notebook every now and then. His face was tainted by a deep frustration, you could tell.

Somehow, you felt the need to apologize to him. For everything that was happening and maybe was about to happen. You felt sorry for him. But of course, you couldn't tell him that. Nobody could ever know. Not at this point.

The rest of the school day was going relatively smooth. After the last period, you walked to your locker, and found a note tucked in the door. You assumed it might be from Caroline, since she had said she would give your chemistry notes back to you. You took it and tucked it into your bag. Then you went on your way home. Outside the school gates you spotted a familiar car... alongside a familiar face.

There was Mr. Harket, speaking to his son, who held his head low and pouted. He nodded towards the car, to tell him to get in, which he did. You stood at a safe spot, so at least Jakob wouldn't see you. As soon as he had entered the car, Mr. Harkets head spun back in the direction of the school, his eyes stopping at the point where you were. You could feel his gaze piercing your eyes. Did he see you? You weren't sure.

When his expression changed into a warm, suggestive smile and he winked, you were pretty sure he had seen you. You blushed and quickly walked away, towards your home.

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When you arrived at home, lunch was already on the table. You ate with your mother and Mia, who continued to tell you about her weekend, or rather her Sunday, with your father. You enjoyed listening to her excited rambling and storytelling. It managed to distract you effectively. You engaged in the general conversation a bit more for about an hour or two, and then excused yourself to your room to do your homework.

When you arrived in your room, you tossed your backpack aside and sat down on you bed to check your phone. A text from Caroline popped up.

Hey!

I wanted to hand you back your chemistry notes after school but you were already gone when I arrived at your locker :(

I hope it's alright if I just give it to you tomorrow. I would drop it off at your house, but I've got an appointment this afternoon, so my schedule is kinda tight.

See you then!

Your brows furrowed. Hadn't she stuck it in your locker door? On second thought, you doubted it. It was a rather careless thing to do, and Caroline was everything but careless. Your eyes wandered to your backpack. What was that note then?