I can’t believe school on started, what, six days ago? I can already tell it’s either a really long and slow year, or a fast and quick year. There will be no in-between, I feel. Maybe it will be okay, just like this past weekend.

I am not a partier, and I ended up leaving around midnight. It was hard to convince Liam to let me leave myself and that I’d make it home safely. He soon found out why.

On Saturday, I met up with Liam and both of us had slight hangovers. We met up with Zayn so he could spray paint our box for our project. It wasn’t too extravagant or difficult, he just had spray paint so we took advantage of that. Outside of that, Liam came over to my house, finding out that Harry was indeed my neighbor. At first he was very taken aback, but he didn’t really say anything about it. We took a couple of hours to finish it. It turned out exactly, if not better than we planned it. The blue fading darker was so beautiful. We filled the sky with the stars, and added the clouds with the quotes around them.

Oh my gosh, If we don’t get an A I will be pissed.

Sunday was pretty boring, you could say. I woke up and went for a quick run, and I mean like a mile, because I hate running. I came home and took a nice, long shower. I had planned on going and getting my nails done or something, but I spend enough money as it is. Then I thought about a bath, but I just wasn’t in the mood.

So instead, I staying cuddled up with my favorite stuffed panda, because who needs a boyfriend to cuddle when you can cuddle stuffed animals? Alright, that’s bullshit, but it’ll do. I had the television on, I watched some episodes of Revenge I had missed, and I sat on my computer.
Half the time I was on my tumblr reblogging pictures of donuts. I even almost asked Harry to get me some if he wasn’t busy, but I decided against the idea, though it would have been a smart one. God, I really want a donut.

It was a pretty lazy day, and the only homework that I really had was the English Assignment. I had to get my syllabi signed too. I left them on the counter with a pen and a note asking him to please sign if he wasn’t home when I was. Thankfully he did.

Now it’s Monday. I woke up late this morning, so I threw on jean capris I guess, and a tank top. It didn’t past the three finger rule, but it was close enough, so I hoped that no one would really pay attention to it. As for my hair, my curls were literally all over the place. That is the one thing that can sometimes suck about having mixed girl hard. So, I put my hair into a nice-ish bun, as nice as my kinky hair could get. As much as I loved contacts, I wasn’t a fan of them when I didn’t wear any make-up at all. So today I opted for my glasses, which probably made me look like some stereotypical librarian but I didn’t care.

Instead of having some oatmeal or something that would qualify as a fulfilling breakfast, I just grabbed a banana and a bottle of water.

As I approached my car, I swung open the back door and threw my bags in. I closed it with an accidental slam, and then opened the door to the driver’s seat.

As I sat I tossed my banana and water into the passenger seat without looking until I heard my water hit paper.

There was a brown bag sitting with the green Starbucks symbol on it, then I noticed the venti coffee cup in the cup holder with a post-it on it.

Good morning love, I know how much you hate Monday’s so I got you some breakfast and a coffee. Also, we have to babysit Friday night. See you at school. x –H

I rolled my eyes while laughing at his note. He can be a pain in the ass sometimes, but I could never ask for a better friend.

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I ran into sociology literally the second before the tardy bell rang, coffee and breakfast sandwich in hand, and my backpack nearly falling off of my back.

I moved to my desk, where Harry was already seated, as quickly as I could. As I placed my stuff down, he smiled at me.

“Good morning.”

I took out my textbook and notebook before replying. “Good morning, Harry.” I take a sip of the still hot white chocolate mocha with caramel that Harry got me. “So who are we babysitting?” I asked, keeping my voice low.

Harry moved his chair a little closer to me. “Lindsey asked us if we would babysit Ryleigh for her. I told her it shouldn’t be a problem, but I’d still send her a text in case.”

“Oh, well I am free to.” I shrug, taking another sip.

“Good. I was going to force you if you weren’t.” he laughed.

“Alright class, sorry I’m running a bit late. We’re going to watch a video on…” and that is where I stopped listening to Mr. Mitchell.

After he talked for about 3 minutes, he shut the lights off and turned on the video.

I didn’t pay attention, instead I pulled the sandwich out of the bag, trying not to make noise, but I know I did.

“Thank you.” I whispered at Harry, who was already looking at me.

“You’re welcome. You look beautiful today.” He smiled.

“Stop being in such a good mood, you’re freaking me the hell out.”

“What are you talking about?” he laughed, only loud enough for me and probably a couple people around us to hear.

“God, you’re so annoying. If you didn’t surprise me with coffee and food, I wouldn’t be friends with you.” I shook my head, biting my sandwich.

“Liar. We should do something tonight.” He slouched back into his seat, his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yea?” I swallowed, “What did you have in mind?”

Harry was about to say something when Mr. Mitchell cleared his throat. “Mr. Styles and Ms. Ericson, if you don’t mind, we’re trying to have a class. If you do would stop talking, it would be appreciated.” He told us in a condescending tone.

“You know, you sat me by him Mr. Mitchell.” I state, throwing him a smile so he knew I was just playing.

“And I’m starting to regret it already.” He muttered, turning back to his papers on the desk in front of him.

I laughed and looked towards the television, seeing Harry trying to hold back his laugh from the corner of my eye.
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In English, Liam and I presented our project 1st. I tried as hard as I could to make him let us go last, but he told me it would be easier for us to go first so we aren’t sitting there waiting. He also told me that ours was going to be the best too, so we had nothing to worry about.
During our presentation, we did a good amount of equal talking, explaining out box and how we incorporated the book into it… if it wasn’t already obvious. I would watch Mrs. Wagner’s face and she didn’t seem disappointed.

“Very good, you two.” She told us as we walked back to our seats.

We watched everyone else go, they all did a good job with the idea, but there was a couple that weren’t artistically great. That’s okay of course because it didn’t have to be, plus Zayn helped with ours so I can’t really say anything. I was confident in our grade though, and I had a good feeling that Liam and I would be partners more in the future.

Bio 102 was boring, but again I’d rather be taking it than chemistry. We’re starting off the course by learning what Biology is, and all the terms we’ll need to know for the rest of the course. Yes, we learned this in the first biology class I took, but it’s whatever.

The best part about my teacher, Mr. Flowers, (Ha! He should be to botany teacher or something. They work with flowers right?) is that he puts power points of the noes he wants us to take, and that’s basically all we have to know to pass the tests.

Today, as I walking into ‘homeroom’ Harry was already sitting at the round table in the back. Some of the students already had work pulled out, and others were reading.

I walked towards the back, Harry had on leg on the desk and he was staring down into his lap, at his phone I’m guessing.

“Hey.” I smiled, sitting down next to him.

He turned is head and smiled at me, then looked back down at his phone to finish his text.
“How’s your day been?” he asked, once he clicked his lock button and put his phone down on the table.

“Uh, boring. Watched presentations in English, then took notes in Biology. Did I show you me and Liam’s project?”

“No, do you still have it?” he asked, and to my surprise he didn’t get mad at the mention of Liam’s name.

“It’s actually in Wagner’s classroom. You have her right? You should see it. It’s a box and it spray painted… It’s inspired by the Fault in Our Stars.” I rambled.

“It’s painted? It can’t look good. You’re not an artist and Liam can’t paint worth shit.”

“You’re such a dick!” I whispered. “Zayn did it for us.”

“Dammit, I didn’t even think to ask him for help with mine and Louis’, dammit.”

“Sucker.”

Harry playfully shoved me, causing me to almost fall off of my chair. I ultimately laughed though.

“Excuse me.” A soft female voice came from in front of us.

We both looked up to the brunette, who had glasses on her face. She was quite thin, but not in a bad way at all. She wore shorts and a shirt that went midway down her arms. I guessed she actually wasn’t asking for attention, which was refreshing.

“What can we help you with, love?” Harry asked, after I notice him giving me a dirty look because I was staring. Oops.

“Uh, I just need some help with my geometry.” She motioned towards her table with the book on it.

“Harry. You’re the one who’s good at math.” I stated.

He smiled at me and rolled his eyes. “She’s basically saying I’m the smarter one.”

“I am not!”

“Shhh.” He hushes, putting a hand over my mouth. “It’s okay.” I pushed his hand way and shook my head. “I’ll help you.” He stood and walked over to the girl table with her.

“Hey, Kelly.”
I turned around to see Hannah smiling at me. “Hi! Oh my gosh, I didn’t even notice you were in here, that sounds terrible doesn’t it? My mind is just everywhere all the time.” I shook my head, laughing.

“That’s alright. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Okay, have a seat.” I pointed to the chair at the table next to me.

“I just wanted to talk about band. I’m really nervous for Friday night. This is our first time performing the whole show, and I’m afraid to mess up! Then what happens if I mess up at competition?”

“Hannah! It’s all right, it will be alright I promise.”
“But… I’m just scared.”

“Why? You have practiced your solo more than we as a band have run through the show. You’re incredible, and that is why you are the only freshman with a solo. Girl, you kill at the trumpet. I promise, and even if you do mess up, especially on Friday, everything will be okay.”

“You’re sure.”

I not dramatically, “Everyone, well almost everyone, messes up the first show. Hell, I’ve messed up more times than I would like to admit.” I laugh.

“Alright… So how is it?”

“It’s incredible. After that first run through and the crowd cheers, just makes you want to do it over and over. Leading up to it is scary, but then when it happens you just want to drink it in because it makes you so happy. It’s almost as if you fall in love with band all over again, you know?”

“Yea,” she nodded. “I understand… thank you Kelly. You really are a good drum major.”

I smiled genuinely at her. “Thanks, it really means a lot.”

“Of course.” She says, standing from the seat and walking back to her desk.

I looked down at the table smiling to myself, glad I was doing a good job.

I heard Harry clearing his throat from across the room and my head shot up so I could see him. He was leaning on the girl’s desk while she wrote something down. His cheeky self sent me a kiss and then a wink before he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes at him and grabbed my phone, turning my attention to it.

Notes

So, i kinda took a new approach to this chapter and I think I hate it.

There's less dialogue than usual, and then I added weird talking, and i don't know. I just hate it. So there will be a new chapter in a couple of days!

Yay! I think... Also, I love tumblr.

Alright, 35 votes for next chapter? Yes, no, maybe? Bye.

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