When I make it to my next class, just as I thought, Harry is sitting in the classroom and there is an empty seat next to him. I didn’t think that he had noticed that I was in here yet so I found an empty seat on the other side of the classroom, away from him.
The room was starting to fill up more as more people arrived, and I was hoping that nobody would sit next to me. Unless it was one of my friends I really didn’t want anyone sitting next to me, it was just uncomfortable. But soon enough as I was reading through the syllabus from my last class since I didn’t really read it before, I noticed someone pulling out the chair and sitting right next to me at the table.
“I thought I was the one saving you a seat, Nicole” I heard a way to familiar, monotone voice say.
I turned to the side and of course I saw Harry sitting next to me with that same boyish grin on his face.
“I wasn’t planning on sitting next to you at all,” I told him.
“And why’s that Nicole?” he asked.
I really didn’t have a reason; I just didn’t want him or anyone to sit right next to me. I already had to do a project with him; I didn’t want him to be pestering me here too, in my favorite subject.
“So when do you want to work on that project?” he asked me after a few moments passed.
“I don’t know,” I said as I watched the clock, my eyes following the hand counting the seconds.
It just needed to go around the clock one more time and class should start.
“Well we are going to have to find a time to work on it at some point,” he told me.
“Stop talking, class is just about to start,” I told him, my eyes still facing forward.
“So we could get in trouble for talking during class,” I told him, wasn’t it obvious?
“We’re towards the back of the class so it’s usually okay to talk,” he said to me.
“Are you being serious?” I asked him, and he nodded like I was the clueless one even though it was obviously him.
“You don’t talk during class, it’s rude and disrespectful,” I told him and he rolled his eyes.
“So you’re basically one of those good girls who follows the rules and is terrified of anyone ever scolding her,” he said.
“No,” I crossed my arms.
“Yes,” he said and turned to face the front of the room now as the teacher told every to settle down since class was going to start.
Class seemed to be over as soon as it started. I had been so excited with listening to her explain to everyone what we would be learning this year that I hadn’t noticed that class was almost over until she assigned us the normal get to know you worksheet that most teachers had students do on the first day.
At least her assignment was just a piece of paper that was due tomorrow. I was glad that it wasn’t a stupid partner project like what my economics teacher had assigned us. I did not wanted another project where I could be paired up with Harry.
Once I heard the chime of the bell dismissing us, I got up from my seat and headed for the door.
“So what’s your next class, Nicole?” I heard Harry ask as he walked up to me.
“Chemistry,” I answered as I continued to walk.
“I have geography,” he told me, and I just nodded.
“So when do you want to work on the project, Nicole?” he asked me.
“Why do you keep saying my name in every sentence?” I asked him, realizing how much he had been saying my name ever since he figured it out.
“I don’t know, I like it,” he shrugged.
“Well can you like it without saying it in every sentence,”
“Sure, Nicole,” he said and I glared at him but he didn’t say anything.
“I guess we could work on it during lunch,” I told him, answering the question he asked me a few moments ago but I had never answered.
My friends probably weren’t going to sit with me so I figured that it would be a good time to work on it.
“Okay,” he agreed.
“Um, do you still have the questions?” I asked him noticed that he didn’t have any folders and he wasn’t holding the paper.
He nodded and pulled a folded up piece of paper out of his pocket. I wanted to point out how unorganized he seemed to be, but I figured it wasn’t worth it since he didn’t seem to care. My next class was in the in the building next to the one that we were just in, so Harry and I awkwardly parted ways, not sure whether to say bye to the other or not as we headed in the direction of our next classes.
Once this class started I didn’t think it was ever going to end. Luckily I had Becca in this class so I had least already had someone to sit with at the lab tables. This class was finally over and then I had lunch before I had to go to a few more classes.
“So how’s your day been so far?” Becca asked me as we left the building and walked across the campus to go to the dining hall.
“Pretty good,” I told her, and we spent the rest of the walk talking about our first three classes.
I left out the parts about Harry except for saying that I got partnered up with him for a project, and I may or may not have said his name. I didn’t think it was needed.
Once we got to the dining hall, we found Liz and Christina and sat with them until we were called to go get our meal. When I was walking back to the table with my tray of food in my hands, I noticed that my friends had already gotten back and moved to sit with a group of boys at one of the other senior tables. I sighed and went back to sit were we used to always sit to eat.
I hadn’t seen Harry at all since I’ve been in here, he probably forgot about working on the project and decided to go sit with a group of friends instead. Not that I minded, I really wasn’t looking forward to having to do this project with him, but I did want to get it finished and over with. I was about halfway through eating when I noticed Harry walking over to me and sitting down in front of me.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said as he put his tray on the table and had sat down. It looked like he hadn’t even touched his food yet and lunch started a good fifteen minutes ago.
“I didn’t realize lunch was after our third class,” I told me and began digging into his food.
“Seriously?” I asked him, it was printed clearly on the schedule.
“I looked at my schedule wrong, give me a break I’m new at this,” he told me in between bites and I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that but I didn’t try and question it. Harry said that he wanted to finish eating before we started since he was starving.
“So does this school not serve breakfast for something?” he asked me, “Because I didn’t get any this morning,”
“There isn’t a breakfast time like there is with lunch and dinner, you have to get to the dining hall about twenty minutes before class starts and they have some food, or you can go to the coffee shop next to the library,” I explained to him.
“Well that’s stupid,” he said.
“If we did have a scheduled time for breakfast, then you’d have to get up even earlier,” I told him.
“I still think it’s all stupid,” he said, staying on his same opinion.
“Well what did your old school do?” I asked him.
“I ate breakfast at home,” he answered.
“Everyday? I didn’t think you could leave campus that often. Did your parents live close?” I asked him.
“Damn not everyone has been in a boarding school their whole lives,” he said.
“You’ve never been to a boarding school?” I asked him with a confused look, not that there was anything bad about that, it’s just not many people choose their senior year to move to a whole new school, although I guess that’s what’s happening with all the boys joining the school this year though.
“No, why does that come as a shock to everyone?” I just shrugged in response and took another bite of my sandwich.
“So did you come from a public or private school?” I asked him.
“Public,” he answered and I tried my best not to widen my eyes at his answer.
Public is completely different from private school, let alone a boarding school.
“I get it, it’s not normal for someone like me to be in this type of school,” he told me.
“I didn’t say that,” I said.
“You were thinking it,” he retaliated, and we both knew he was right so I didn’t answer.
“So why did you decide to move to a boarding school this year?” I asked him.
“The question never end with you, do they?” he said.
“I’m just curious,” I told him as I still waited for an answer. I honestly didn’t know why I even cared to ask him any questions at all, I just felt like I was supposed to talk to him right now.
“I didn’t decide to move to a boarding school, my mom decided for me,”
“I got in some frequent trouble at my old school and she got sick of it,” he told me.
“So you’re a trouble maker,” I stated.
“You could say that,” he answered,
“It was this or military school,” he smirked, and I let out a nervous laugh, not sure if that was a joke or not.
A few minutes later the dean announced to everyone that lunch was now over and we need to go to our next class.
“Guess we’ll have to work on the project later, yeah?” Harry said as he got up from the table.
“Yeah,” I answered and got up a few moments after he did.
“See you later, Nicole,” he smirked and headed out of the dining hall.