Detention

Chapter 16

I nod as the color drains from my face.

Okay, he won't date me, then what is he doing?

"Then.. What are we doing?" I ask the question I had to ask.

"Hanging out. As friends." He states.

"You don't kiss your friends." I point out.

"Friends.. With benefits?" He smirks.

I can't accept that title, I have more respect for myself than to be someone's friends with benefits.

"Absolutely not. I would rather not talk to you again." I snap.

"Well we both know you will talk to me again. And I won't stay away from you, but I can't give you what you want."

"I don't want to date you, even if I have feelings for you, you are still my teacher." I say and his head snaps up quickly.

"You have... feelings for me?" He asks with hope in his eyes.

Was it not clear that I like him? I think he should know that by now.

"Well you know.. you are.. well you are a great friend and.. good at teaching.. so of course I will.. appreciate that." I ramble and both of us know I am lying.

"Save that talk for other people. There's only me here, just please tell me if you like me.." He frowns.

"Harry.. I.. Fine. I like you and it's stupid of me cause you will not date me whatsoever. I'm sorry for wasting your time." I finally say.

"Wasting my time? Jennie, I have liked you ever since you spoke to me for the first time. And even if I won't date you, I am willing to give you anything else."

He says and I am relieved and shocked at the same time.

I didn't know what to say.

Before I know it, he is leaning closer towards me and as his lips brush over mine, I push him away and speak.

"Let's just take things slow, okay?"

"Let's just take things slow.." He mocks.

"Or I'll leave." I add.

"Fine.. Shit.. Fine." He repeats, moving away from me, and I giggle.

***

I would chat with him while eating, but I can't. This steak I'm eating is too delicious, could it be that Harry cooked it?

"Mmm.. Harry this is so good! Did you cook it?" I say in between chews.

"No, I can't cook.. My mum sends me a part of the food she cooks." He explains.

"Oh, where does your mom live?" I ask.

"Not far from here. She lives with my sister and dad."

"Why aren't you living with them?"

"That's none of your business." He says quite harshly.

So we're back to that.

I decide not to push it, it's not like I'm his girlfriend. He can keep these things from me, for now.

"Okay." I say in a small voice.

I look at him and he's staring at his empty plate, looking focused about something.

And without a word, he grabs his plate and walks out of the room.