The Boarding School

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Twenty Four

Summer’s POV

Before going with Harry to the canteen, I headed back to my dorm, and since I didn’t have a jar, I placed the precious flower on a glass with water. Before walking out, I rummaged through my bag and took my bag full of sweets. I was saving them for today. I was glad I had self-control not to eat them all on the day I bought them.

I walked back to Harry, who was patiently waiting for me.

“What do you got there?” He asked.

“You’ll see...”

After having breakfast, we went to the library. It was too cold outside and the library was the only place where nobody would be.

“So, what do you want to do?” I asked Harry. He put his elbows on the table and rested his head on his hands.

“What about you show me what you got there?” He asked cheekily.

“Let’s do like this,” I said “If you win me at any game of your choice, I’ll show you.”

“Anything?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Anything,” I assured him.

He sat back on his chair and crossed his arms “What about draughts?”

“Draughts it is,” I said, getting you to get the board and the pieces. I wasn’t very good at draughts, but I wanted him to win anyway.

We started playing and it actually turned out to be a very entertaining game. Harry’s concentration was captivating, and sometimes I got distracted staring at him.

“It’s your turn,” he clicked his fingers in front of my face.

I made my move and I looked back up at him. He really wanted to win, yet I was not sure anymore if it was to find out what I brought inside of my little bag or if it was his pride, so I let him have it.

“Yes!” He cheered once he won “Now, my prize!” he put his hands flat on the table leaning forwards.

“I don’t know why you are so excited...” I said, taking out of my pocket the bag of candy.

“Holy-” he stared wide-eyed at the size of it.

“I know, I kind of have a sweet tooth.”

“I can tell. Can I have one?”

“That’s why I brought it here in the first place,” I said. Harry stuck his hand inside of the bag, and for my misfortune, he took exactly the one I wanted.

“No, those are mine!” I yanked the lollipop from his hand.

“You said I could have any,” He defended himself.

“Don’t forget it’s my birthday, so I’m always right,” I said with a smile from cheek to cheek.

“Whatever you say ma’am...” He took a random sweet from the bag.

Harry’s POV

We continued eating the sweets in silence for a few minutes. My thoughts travelled to the conversation we had had earlier that day, when I told her the truth about Tom.

“I hope you know I was being serious about what I told you today,” I reminded her.

“Yet you told me... Why?” she asked “I don’t think it’s a such a big secret but still, I’m curious to know why you told me, seen as you barely know me.”

“Well, we can change that quickly,” I got up from my chair and looked out the window. She was right, I didn’t know much about her, and the best way to do so was by asking her questions about herself “Let me think, do you have any siblings?”

“No, only me,” She moved her chair to face me “What about you?”

“Same,” I took another sweet from the bag and popped it in my mouth “Have you ever went to another country?”

“Nope...” Summer got up and walked to the bookshelves “But I would love to travel someday.”

“Like for example...”

“Paris maybe… Or the States. I would love to go to America...”

“Have you ever smoked?” I risked the question.

“Ew no,” she answered without hesitation, frowning her eyebrows.

“Have you ever thought about it?”

“I never thought of thinking about it.”


“Because smoking kills you,” she said, facing me with a smirk “When did you start smoking?”

“I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember? How is that possible?” She seemed shocked.

“It was around middle school. Then I stopped and now I’m back at it again,” I simply said, wanting to satisfy her with an answer and change the subject. “What is your favourite colour?” I was running out of questions, but I was keeping them flowing.

“Red, and please make better questions,” she rolled her eyes.

“Have you ever been kissed?” I said without thinking. We were speaking so fast that I didn’t process what I was saying. If you want to blame someone, blame my sub conscience.

“Excuse me?” She said slowly, almost choking.

“It’s a yes or no question,” Now that I had asked it there was no turning back. The tension between us had changed drastically. Her muscles tensed as she looked everywhere except directly to me.

“Why do you want to know that?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. Why did I ask her that? Why did I care if she was or not...? It was completely irrelevant to me.

She sighed “You told me about Tom and everything, so I guess I can tell you...” She turned her back to me and continued to scan the books on the shelves “No, I haven’t. Happy now?”

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Oh,” I simply said, sitting on the table.

“I know, it’s ridiculous. I’m already seventeen...”

Still sitting down, I reached for her hand and she turned around abruptly, surprised by my action “For what it’s worth, I think you should have your first kiss with someone who really likes you, not some thug who will swallow some random chick the second you leave.”

I was afraid of what she was going to say to me as she looked at me intensely.

“That was deep man.”

“I know right!” I said proudly, but in fact, I was relieved. Our laughs started to cease, and I watched her. The way she picked up a book, flicked the pages and smelled it. The way her tiny hands touched the borders of the books as she read their titles, the movement of her skirt as she moved down the aisle. Damn, that skirt.

She sat down next to me on the table, swinging her legs since he didn’t reach the floor “My friends are going to think I’m crazy.”

“Why?” I asked her.

“For being your friend...” she said, “They hate you, no offence.”

I didn’t say anything. I looked at the floor and played with my shiny school shoes. That conversation was incredibly uncomfortable, for both of us, but I knew we would have it sooner or later.

“I know what you mean...” I said, “You don’t want to be seen with me.”

“No, that’s not it-”

“Yes, yes it,” Her worried expression was actually amusing “But don’t worry, I would feel exactly the same if I were you.”

“I still want to be able to talk to you when they come back.”

“I do too. We will find a way, but we still need to figure out how to survive Christmas.”

“Yes, yes we do.”

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