The Academy

Westwood Academy is known as one of the most prodigious boarding schools for girls. For girls. Not boys. Every logo had the words "For Girls" printed with it, I thought that meant it was set in stone. So why did the new building have a sign in front printed with "Boy's Dorms" in clean silver letters?

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18. Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Harry’s POV

It took me longer than it probably should have to finish up the section of the study guide that I promised I would finish, but I really couldn’t help it. I kept thinking about Nicole and what all Liam had told, I was thinking about almost everything basically. I had concluded with the fact that I didn’t necessarily really like Nicole, but I had a slight attraction to her.

That was my conclusion to that and I was sticking with it. I guess it was just weird not knowing what a girl really thought about me. Usually girls would make it pretty clear to me about whether they liked me or hated me, but with her it’s different.

Either way I was told myself I was going to try my best to not bother and provoke her too much to the point where she is really pissed at me, since I couldn’t just not tease her at all, I had to do it to some extent.

As I had been working on my study guide, I noticed another reason it had taken me longer than it really need to was because with a few of the questions, after I had written down an answer, I would continue going through the chapter in the book to make sure that I had the right answer because for some reason I really wanted Nicole to see that I had gotten all the answers right. Although it probably wasn’t going to be that impressing to her since she pretty much already knew all the answers, and a lot of them were clearly stated in the book, but it still made me feel like I might impress her by getting all the answers right so I was going with it.

When I checked the time on Liam’s clock again, I saw that lunch was going to be starting soon, so I went ahead and told the boys and within a few minutes after that we were leaving the dorm building. I wasn’t sure if Nicole was going to just go ahead and meet me in the coffee shop today or if she was going to get lunch in the dining hall and just bring it to the shop since she sometimes did that.

I decided that I wasn’t going to bother with having to go into the dining hall, and I went ahead and parted ways with the boys after walking with them for a while and went straight to the coffee shop.

Once I was inside the shop, I set the textbook and study guide down on the table that Nicole and I usually sat at and the went up to the nonexistent line and waited for the barista to come over to me and take my order. I cleared my throat and she finally paid attention and walked over to the cash register to take my order.

“Why is it that you and your girlfriend are in here everyday for lunch,” the middle aged woman asked me as she got the sandwich and muffin I ordered.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I told her.

“But you want her to be, huh?” she assumed.

“Not really,” I answered.

I was still figuring out if I even liked her or not and what her answer would be to going to the party with me, I was no where near the dreaded word, “girlfriend” I didn’t even want to think about that kind of commitment right now.

“Not really, huh?” the woman said, obviously not convinced with my answer as she handed me my food.

“I don’t remember asking your opinion on my personal life,” I growled as I handed her the money I owed and walked back over to the table.

A few minutes later, I saw Nicole walking in with a lunch from the dining hall in her hands and her school bag over her shoulder. I couldn’t believe that she was still carrying her school bag around on a Saturday.

As she walked over to me, I had just a few seconds to decide what I wanted to say to her first. I soon just had to let whatever words came out of my mouth just come out as she sat down in front of me.

“Hey,” I said to her.

“Hey,” she said back, not looking up at me as she set her food down on the table along with her bag, which she opened and took a folder and a pen out of.

“Why did you bring your school bag with you?” I asked her.

“So I can bring my school work around with me and carry my folders and notebooks around easier,” she told me like it was obvious.

“But it’s Saturday,” I reminded her.

“Doesn’t matter,” she said and her tone was so straightforward that I couldn’t help but stifle a small laugh, causing her to give me a slight glare.

“Did you finish up the section of that study guide?” she asked me.

“I believe you have an answer that you need to give me first,” I smirked at her.

She sighed, “Yes,”

“Yes what?” I egged on; trying to hide my excitement that I had with the fact that she hadn’t turned me down.

“Yes I’ll go to the party with you,” she told me, and I attempted to hide my smile but I wasn’t sure how good of I job I had been doing.

“So, um, do you want to like meet here or…uh I don’t really know how this party works,” I told her.

I honestly had now clue where it was or when it was, I just knew that I was going to be there with her.

“The party is going to be in the longue in the girls dorm building so I guess you can just wait outside the building and I’ll meet for you out there,” she told me, and I nodded.

“So what time is this thing?” I asked her.

“Seven,” she replied.

“Seven?” I said with a laugh, “What kind of party starts at seven?”

“A responsible party that doesn’t end in the cops showing up,” she said firmly.

“Hey that’s only happened to me once and that’s because it was still going after three in the morning. The party here probably won’t last past nine,” I told her.

“Curfew is ten,” she said smugly as if she had said the perfect comeback. I let out a small laugh, but still letting reminisce in this failure that she thought was a win on her part. “So what are the parties here like?” I asked her.

“You’ll find out tonight now won’t you. Right now I really want to go through this study guide so I can leave,” she said.

“Eager to get back to your dorm and pick out something hot to wear huh?” I smirked, causing her to kick my shin under the table as scowled at me.

“Don’t deny it,” I grinned at her, earning another kick to my leg from her.

“Are you going to wear something besides a black shirt and jeans?” she asked me.

“Hmm probably not,” I told her.

“Why do you wear black every almost every single day though?” she asked me.

“Why do you wear jeans and a t-shirt every day?” I asked.

“Because it’s comfortable for me,” she said.

“Well then you’ve just answered your own question then, haven’t you?” I told her.

“With me it’s different though, I wear different colored shirts and different jeans each day,” she said.

“Hey I have more than one pair of black jeans, and on Wednesday I wore a white shirt,” I told her.

“Whatever,” she said as she pulled the review that we still haven’t gone over out of her folder.

“We should start going over this now,” she told me, and I went ahead and grabbed my study guide out of where I had stuck it in the textbook.

We went back and forth asking each other the questions and making sure that we had the right answers. So far I had gotten every questions right and I was feeling pretty confident in myself right now and I had an idea. Nicole had said yes to going to the party with me, and now I was really wanting to know if she liked me or not.

“Harry,” she told me, breaking me out of my thoughts, “Its your turn to ask the next question,” 

I nodded and looked down at the question on the paper but decided that I was going to ask her something else instead.

“Do you like me?” I asked.

“That isn’t one of the questions,” she retaliated.

“You can still answer it,” I told her.

“Democracy,” she said and it took me a few seconds to realize that she was still answering the question on the study guide that I was supposed to ask.

“That doesn’t really give me much of an answer,” I said.

“Look, I want to get through this study guide whether you care or not, okay? Now what did you get for the next example of government?” she asked me, keeping a straight face the entire time.

“Monarchy,” I grumbled and slumped down in my seat, regretting what I asked.

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