Just A Classmate [H.S]

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L A N A

I sat down in period six, English, watching him from the corner of my eye. I couldn't help but admire the way his nose and jaw was so perfectly structured, his dimples making a slight dent in his cheek. He pursed his lips for a brief moment before turning around to look at me giving me a ridiculous face, which he still managed to look attractive doing. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and put the rude finger up to him. He pretended to be hurt by pouting his lip and placing a hand to his heart before blowing me kiss and sending a wink my way.

"Mr Styles and Miss Gray, are you done seducing each other so I may continue my class?" Mr Willow, our English teacher growled at us, narrowing his old brown eyes at me before perking his glasses to rest on the bridge of his nose. I blushed at his comment and returned to my book, but I could see a slight smirk appearing on Harry's face from the corner of my eyes. He shook his head but resorted to looking at his book too and pretending to be remotely interested. The rest of the lesson consisted of Harry and I whispering to each other, or at least attempting to. Although Mr Willow's eyesight was pretty good, despite the glasses, his hearing on the hand needed plenty of work.

Now, one would think Harry and I were being all cute and shit, whispering dirty words to each other like I've heard countless amounts of students do in the hallways. But no, we were insulting each other. He began by saying I looked like a potato who just gave birth to a rhinoceros, in which I reacted by yanking his ear and whispering how after school I would break his lanky legs off and use them as weapons to smash his car in. Then like Harry was, he snitched me in, resulting in me receiving a second warning from Mr Willow who seemed to never be able to crack even the smallest smile.

After the lesson was over, I was more than ready to finally be going home. Although English was a drag, it was a blessing to have it on the last period of Monday's and Thursday's considering we didn't do jack. Sure all of our English grades would probably suffer during finals, but it surely beat having to listen to his monotonous voice preaching about the difference between perspective and point of view. Instead of doing any thing productive, he simply would tell us to open a certain chapter and begin reading for a quiz we would have the next week.

We have never done a quiz.

I pushed my way through the many hormonal teenagers who I had never bothered to remember the names of, occasionally having my hair tugged back but it was now some sort of habit I was used to it.

"Wait up!" I recognised his voice calling from behind me. I stopped mid corridor, waiting impatiently for his tall figure to catch up. I was nearly thrown off my balance when he rammed his arm around my shoulders, practically putting my head in a head lock. Normal days I wouldn't have hesitated to shove him off, but today I was just experiencing abnormal levels of laziness.

"Gosh you're slow." I poked at his rib playfully, shifting the books from my hands to his stack. He eyed me but didn't complain. "What do you want?"

"I want you." He softly whispered in my ear. I shoved his face off from me as we finally reached our lockers. He released his arms from my shoulders and leaned by the next locker, staring intently at me with a little smile. To say that it was bothering me was the biggest understatement of the year. I hated when he looked at me, or at least looked at me like that. It did weird things to my insides. I looked away to open my locker and dump my things in there, pulling out my bag and stuffing my chemistry homework into it knowing very well that I wasn't going to do it.

H A R R Y

I couldn't stop myself from staring at her and smiling. It was such a habit now I didn't even know when I was doing it. She had the most beautiful eyes and despite the fact that I told her all the time, she never believed me. It was never just the eyes that caught my attention though, it was also the way her lips seemed to form a perfect love heart, and the way a small dimple would poke through her left cheek when she was laughing. Even when she was angry at me, I noticed the small vein that would poke through her temple. She hated that I always brought my hand up to touch it and make jokes about her turning into the hulk. But it always made her laugh and forget why she was angry in the first place.