When I walk into my study hall, I don't see Harry anywhere, so I just sit in the back, hoping that nobody wants to sit by me. I quickly get started on my work, even if the class bell hasn't rang yet. I put in my earphones on full blast and start to work.
Right as the bell rings, I see some movement in my side view and turn to see Harry siting next to me. As I look at him he just sits there and doesn't even acknowledge me, or at least he doesn't seem to. So I just go back to working, until someone taps on my side, making me jump.
I pull out one of my headphones and turn to see Harry staring at me. "What?" I whisper yell. He just turns away. Like he didn't do it. "WHAT?" I whisper yell, a little louder. "Never mind" he mutters without even looking at me. I just choose to ignore him and get back to my work. Before I know it, the hour is over and I have yet another class with Harry.
At least in this class I also have Hannah, Kay and Ash. They'll be my distractions, I just hope they're enough to distract me. I need to stop at my locker again so I can trade my finished homework for some science shit. As I'm grabbing my science book, and about to shut my locker, it slams shut and I turn to see what caused the slam. It was Harry.
"You scared the shit out of me!" I yell at him. He just keeps looking at me, then he grabs my arm and drags me into the janitors closet. "What the hell are you doing Harry?"
"What the hell are you doing Harry?" She asks me. I almost moan. The way that she says my name makes my pants feel tight. But then I remember what I'm doing. "I want to know what you were going to say before you ran off." I tell her. "Oh.. I- it's.. It was nothing" she stutters. "I'm not buying it" I tell her. "Well it's the truth, so you better buy it." She fires back at me and tries to leave, again. But I grab the door handle before she does.
"Neither of us is leaving until you tell me, and we both know that." I tell her, and she seems to be debating wether or not she should tell me, because, goddamn she's biting her lip again.
That is such a turn on for me. And as she whispers "Harry.." I can feel my pants grow tight, and I think she notices because she starts to blush. "Harry, " she begins again "I don't even remember what I was going to say then, so don't try to make me remember." She lies. I can tell when she's lying, she's so easy to read.
When she lies, she plays with her hands, she also does that when she's nervous. Then she tries to grab the door handle again, and our hands touch, and I feel a tingle, and before I even know what I'm doing I find myself spinning us around so her back is on the door, she drops her books, and I'm leaning in, pressing myself against her.
She seems to notice how hard I am, because she blushes again and looks anywhere but me. But then I find myself crashing my lips to hers, and that tingle I felt, only minutes ago ignites into a fire. And I love it.