Falling for the Foreign | HS

Hurricane Emma

Chapter 8

It's been a good couple weeks. School is finally swamping us with work, but I don't mind. Harry and I just go into one of our rooms and study together.

Having someone that lives with you and is in a lot of your classes has its perks.

I woke up today feeling out of it. I really don't want to go to school.

I'm already dressed and in the kitchen, eating my tostadas. No, I don't like eating traditional breakfast foods before school, sue me.

With October finally here, it's officially jean weather. I'm absolutely loving it. This morning I paired high waisted mom jeans with a plain, white shirt and a mauve corduroy jacket.

I hear Harry's footsteps come down the steps and enter the kitchen. He walks behind me and opens the fridge. "Good morning, Haze," He beams.

I groan at his chipper mood. "And what's got you in such a good mood this morning?"

Harry smiles, pouring himself a bowl of cereal. "Nothing, I just think I'm finally figuring out this whole Homecoming thing."

Does he mean he found a girl to ask? Why do I feel jealous?

Well actually the answer to that question is pretty fricken obvious, Hazel.

I just give him an awkward smile, but he seems too happy to notice.

When we get in the car, Harry plays Skinny Love by Bon Iver. He's in such a weird mood and I can't place my finger on it.

"So Harry, I'm guessing you've found a lucky lady?" I ask, my curiosity is killing me.

Harry smirks and keeps his eyes out the window, "Wouldn't you like to know."

Yes, actually. I very much would.

I groan and pull into the school parking lot.

We part ways when we enter the school doors. I head to AP Lang and he heads to math.

When I get to the room, I silently take my seat by my girls. They all go silent when they see me in a mood.

"Haze?" Amara cautiously asks, and I cannot keep it in anymore.

"I think Harry found a girl to go to the dance with and I don't know if it's me. I know I shouldn't feel like this, but I can't help being jealous! I mean, I just always pictured us going together, ya know? We'd go to dinner and then the dance, just having the best time. The two of us. Friends. Now I have to watch the guy I like dance and possibly kiss some random chick. What if she's a psycho who has a grudge against British people and then murders him? What if she's a bitch and we all hate her? What if he likes her? What if he like likes her??" I finally take a breath and they all look at me, wide eyed.

Lily is first to speak, "Uh... wow. Haze, you need to calm down."

"Yeah, what if you are the girl he wants to ask?" Phoebe suggests.

"I don't even know why I'm being like this. I don't usually get like this over some guy." I sigh.

Ayla nods, "It is a little strange watching you like a guy this much, especially with the whole Christian thing, he a number on you..."

I agree. This is weird.

Why am I like this?

"Oh my god," I whisper.

"What?" Hailey presses from beside me.

"I just admitted that I like him..." I trail off.

The girls give each other a look before Lily speaks up, "Uh, Haze?" I nod for her to continue, "You aren't hiding it well. You don't have to say it, we already know."