I was interrupted by someone carelessly walking by, almost hitting me in the face with a black and white Van's backpack.
"it's impolite to stare", he said when he was already a step behind the table I was sitting at, leaving me with an open mouth.
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hi, it's monday and not tuesday but I just thought, why not mess up my updating schedule? So here we go.
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-louis-
It was tuesday, and I was sitting in maths. This time, not next to Harry, logically. Even though it would have been fun because he would probably be annoyed.... maybe I should show up late next time and then, randomly, sit down next to him. And, because I was late, I wouldn't have time to change seat again when I then noticed that I *accidentally* had sat down next to him. Sounded like a good idea didn't it?
Harry was sitting next to Zayn, who I guessed was his roommate or at least a good friend. They seemed very familiar with each other. I had smartly chosen a seat which was far enough behind him so that he wouldn't spot me on instant if he turned around, but yet it was near enough that I could watch him. Right now, he was asking Zayn to borrow a pencil off him. I couldn't see his face though, because his hair was so freaking thick around his head, there was no chance that I could even see his profile when he turned to the side.
I don't know why but as the lecture continued, his curls made me aggressive. Why did they need to be so fat and big and.... just ugh! I really felt like I should chop them off. Anyway, his hair wasn't all i was thinking about: i also searched for new ways to confront him. I didn't know why i had this feeling about him, why i felt like i just needed to annoy him, to insult him and make him feel bad, but it was definitely there.
I wasn't paying attention to the teacher's words, as it was easy for me anyways and the boy sitting a few rows in from of me was so much more interesting. What what? saying someone was interesting sounded like a compliment, but this wasn't. Let's say he was... so dumb that I felt obligated to observe him.
I had been educated greatly, i had the country's best teachers teaching me since i was three years old and I didn't think that I actually needed these lectures. Give me any job and I'll be able to do it. Um, except being the king of this country, because I feel like this was the one thing I couldn't do, and also didn't want to do, how sacrastic.
So, as the things we did in this lecture were a piece of cake for me, I just pretended to write things down and spent my time secretly keeping an eye on Harry.
I had already solved the tasks on the board before the others even had their pencil out their backpack and now, while they were calculating and asking questions, I was watching him, trying to solve the terms but, from what I was seeing, terribly failed, haha. It was satisfying, in an indescribable way, seeing him fail.
