Detention

Chapter 4

The next morning we also have math class on the first period. I sit on my usual seat next to Niall, who gives me a small wave. Mr.Styles- I mean.. Harry, is sitting on his desk as well. I'm still confused as to why he told me to call him by his first name. It's pretty weird.

I still haven't heard from Jake since last night, so I decide to give him a call. His classes haven't started yet, so he should be able to answer. I dial his number, the familiar selfie of him and I popping up. He answers quickly,

"Hey!" He says, happily.

"Hey Jake." I smile.

"Is everything okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, of course, why?"

"Well, I feel like you've been avoiding me." I roll my eyes even though he can't see me.

"No, of course not! I just have a lot on my plate right now."

"Are you su-" I start but he interrupts.

"Listen I've gotta run now," he says nervously and I hear shuffling in the background.

"Uh.. Okay?"

"Bye cutie, I love you." He mumbles quickly.

"I love you too." I hang up. That happened.

I notice Harry looking at me, his eyebrows raised. He must've been listening then. "I'm pretty suspicious about Jake." I finally whisper to Niall.

I explain to him what's happened these few days, making sure it's not Audible to the teacher and he seems to suspect him too. I don't know how I manage to ignore my doubts and get ready for class.

"Good morning everyone." Harry says, his expression plain.

"Good morning Mr.Styles!" the class says all at once, except me and Niall.

"Get ready because we are having a quiz." He smirks. Everyone gasps except me; he told he's having a quiz yesterday. Perks of having detention.

He starts giving us the quizzes one by one, until he reaches my paper, he puts his hand on my shoulder, whispering "Good luck." before putting the paper o my desk.

I'm suddenly distracted, feeling tingly. And the spot where he touched my shoulder is full of goosebumps from his touch. Why do I feel like this? I ignore it and work seriously on my quiz, finishing it before time. I stand up and hand it back to Harry, who seems pleased as he places it on his desk.

"Hope you did well, love." He whispers.

Love? This will be a long year.