The next three days I was sick with stomach flu. Classes a few days ago and let me just say, I wish I could have started differently. I just wore sweats and t-shirts to class and came home and barely finished my homework. Sammy, on the other hand, was quick to do her work. I could she was at the top of her class.
Parker kept harassing me to hang out and finally had to tell him I was puking my brains out after every meal. Parker and I were going to be friends; I couldn’t take him for anything more. I was more interested in Harry romantically. Plus, he called me babe.
I woke up finally feeling normal again. I put on jean shorts and the t-shirt I bought a few days ago and went to my only class on Friday. It was English, which was my favorite class.
I walked alone to the English building and found the Lecture Hall. I opened the big wood doors and the few people who were in there turned to look at me. I quickly looked away and took a seat in the back. I checked my schedule and realized I showed up 15 minutes early, whoops. I got out a notebook and pencil and drew on the corner of the blank sheet.
My phone went off and I read the text:
Parker: How are you feeling? If you’re better theres a party tonight you should come. Bring Sammy if you want.
During the course of being sick I may have given my number too him. Everything was burly. Thank God he was letting me off easy letting me bring Sammy. I quickly texted her,
To Sammy: Party tonight me, you, parker you in??
I put my phone away as a huge group of student came in to the lecture. This was the last time I came early. The room was totally full. There were seats open here and there but it was a search to find one. Voices echoed as people talked. A boy next to me was waiting patiently. I didn’t want to seem awkward so I thought of something to say to him.
“How late is here?” I smiled.
I took him by surprise; he stared for a few seconds probably trying to register what stupid thing came out of my mouth.
“About 15 minutes”
“Ridiculous” I sighed.
I felt someone slide into the empty seat to my side. I felt his panting breath on my arm.
I looked to my side and of course it would be him.
“Hey,” he smiled out of breath.
“You’re a little late” I smiled.
I leaned over to fix a curl that was laying funny. I felt bolts as the tips of my finger brushed his forehead.
“That’s babe” He smiled as we kept intense eye contract.
I finally looked down and he cleared his throat.
“So you up for the party tonight?”
“Uh y-yes” I stuttered. Lovely, now I was nervous.
I just nodded my head. Where was the professor when you needed him.
“Are you always quiet or do you just not like me?” he chuckled.
“Want the truth?” I sighed.
“Um sure?” he said, his face confused.
“I’m sick. I like you. Don’t worry,” I laughed.
“Good, because I like you,” he said grabbing my handing and kissing the top of it.
“You’re ridiculous” I said laughing to the point of tears.
“Sorry I’m late” the professor said storming through the front of the class.
It got really quiet and everyone got notebooks out. He began to lecture, and after 20 minutes I couldn’t stand him. I felt my eyelids getting heavy but I forced myself awake.
Suddenly my leg was hit and I looked up at Harry, who was very engaged into the speech. Footsie? I hit it back and when he looked at me he furrowed his eyebrows. I pouted my lips at him and turned back to the professor. He hit me back with his foot and I pinched his arm and I quickly turned back to the professor, trying not to laugh. Then, he leaned in and kissed me quickly on the cheek. My entire stomach did a flip and I felt flushed. I didn’t have the strength to look at him. I just wanted the class to end. This was too much for me.
“Have a good weekend” the professor finally announced and the entire class shot up, but I stayed down to put my stuff in my bag. Harry stood but waited for me.
“Thanks for waiting,” I smiled as we left the hall.
He held the door open for me and I quietly thanked him.
“So you’re totally up for tonight?” he asked as we walked down the sidewalk to our dorm.
“Duh,” I said trying to hit his arm, but since he was so much taller than me it was actually his hand. God, I did the stupidest things when I was nervous.
His arm tensed up, I watch his muscles in his arm flex. We finished walking doing a little small talk. He pressed the elevator button and we waited for it.
“Want us to get you when it starts?” He asked as he put his arm around me and pulling me into a side hug.
“Yeah sounds good”
The elevator opened and he pressed the 5 for us.
“Gone on a date with uh, Parker yet?” He asked scratching his head and rocking on his feet.
“Probably not. I don’t like him like that”
“Good,” he sighed.
“What?” I questioned.
“Hm?” he said his eyes alert.
I just laughed the awkwardness off. We went our separate ways and I ran to Sammy to tell her our plans.