He sounded really intellegent, and he had a soothing slow, deep voice, that he was hiding with a higher and quicker voice. His accent was British, which was actually really attractive. We finished all the activities in the text book (well in activity 2, at least). He was really smart, and I think we could become really fast friends.
The bell rang, and I gathered my books and stood up slowly. Kim and Christina came over to me, and we started walking outside.
"So were you with that new guy?" Christina asked, and I gave her a 'Yes obviously' look because I had caught her staring at us, countless times, and gave me a look. Why? I don't know. It might just have been her usual, slightly perverted self.
Lunch rolled around and we sat down in our usual spot. I took out my lunch, and looked around. I spotted Harry sitting at the table, across from us. He was alone, no one else was at the table. I felt bad for him, instantly. Putting my lunch on the table I stood up abruptly and said to the girls that I was gonna go say hi to Harry. Christina smirked a little and gave me a little wink before I turned away. Jesus Christy, stop being such a pervert! I decided to push those thoughts to the back of my mind, and I walked over to a lonely looking Harry.
I sat down, and looked at him. He was staring down at his lunch. His head slowly began facing up, towards me, and I looked into his emeral green eyes. They really had me in a trance, I dont know, but there was something about him that pulled me in. Suddenly he spoke.
"Hi," he muttered.
"Hi," I smiled.
"What are you doing here? Why aren't you sitting with your friends?" He asked me, a little shyly.
"Well I saw you sitting alone, so I decided to come over and give you some company." I said.
"That's very kind of you." he said
"So where did you live before?"
"Oh I lived in England" he explained proudly. Well, that explains the accent. We continued talking until Marcel said he had to go to the loo.
"What's a loo?" I asked, confused.
"Restrooms," he just said simply. Right. The english toilets are called loo's.
He stood up and walked toward the 'loo'. I watched and noticed the jocks coming out of the toilet, walking towards Harry. Harry just continued walking until they reached him, and he tried to dodge them but the jocks just bumped into him, making him stop in his tracks.
"Hey, nerd," I heard the biggest guy say, Brady. "Where'd you get those clothes? Your mom buy 'em for you? Does she buy all of your clothes for you? Or maybe your grandma sewed that sweater for you?" Brady pretended to fake cry, imitating Marcel, as if he was crying. The jocks behind him started snickering. Harry tried to turn around and walk away, but Brady grabbed his shoulders. "Where you going, little guy? Are you going to go hang out with your new geek friends?" Marcel just tried to shake him off but his grip was too tight. I stood up, without hesitating and shot over to them.
"What's your problem, Brady?"
"Him," he said, pointing to Harry.
"Why? Is this how you want to treat the new students? You really need to get over yourself!" I exclaimed.
"Why did you even interrupt us? Is it because you like him?" He said in a baby voice, and suddenly I got really irritated. I slapped him across his cheek, hard enough for there to be a slight red mark, and with that, I grabbed Harry's arm and stormed back to the table, the one with my girls, practically dragging him with me, after we took our bags from our recent table. I slumped down in my seat, really pissed, and I could see Harry, out of the corner of my eye, sitting down beside me.
"Thank you," he muttered, "but you didn't need to do that,"