Boxer↠ h.s

three

I have a love-hate relationship with school; sometimes I love it, but sometimes I want to kill myself. Today is kinda one of those days. Today in class we have to write a poem about something on your mind, which I'm happy about. I'm one of the best writers in this university, and I'm proud of that. But, the thing is, I don't like to share my work. It's so personal, and private and I want to keep it that way. I write on my piece of paper and finish within five minutes.

I sigh and lay my pencil down and put my chin in the palm of my hand. I look around the huge room and at all the unfamiliar faces. My eyes land on someone in particular, making me groan quietly. I put my eyes on the palm of my hands and let out a quiet sigh. He just has to be everywhere I go, doesn't he? Our professor tells us that we have five more minutes to work on our poems. I draw random things on the back of my page out of boredom to pass time.

"Please turn your papers in at the front please." He says loudly. Some people groan and mumble things about how 'stupid' this is. I laugh to myself and take my paper to the front.

"Nice seeing you here, princess." Harry says behind me. I roll my eyes and turn around and cross my arms.

"Just delightful." I say sarcastically.

"Very. I thought you were sixteen, to be honest." He chuckles.

"And judging by your hairline, I thought you for thirty-five."

"There nothing wrong with my hairline!"

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I grin. "But, I'm actually eighteen."

"I'm a year older than you." He says proudly.

"I didn't ask." I say with a bitter smile. I try to walk away, but he calls my name.

"I have a match tonight if you want to come." He says quietly behind my back. I turn around and stare at him for a while, trying to think of what to say.

"I don't know, I just kind of want to stay home tonight." I shrug as I move my foot around.

"I would greatly appreciate it if you came." He smiles, taking a small step forward. "And maybe your friend could come along, too."

"Haven't taken me out yet and you're asking me to come? Usually I wait a few weeks-" I ramble on.

"I meant, I would like for you to go to my game tonight." He huffs with a grin on his face. I smile and move a little closer to him.

"The first option sounded better, but I'll come see your game." I smirk before walking off to my next class.