Should I go or not?

Um, what am I even thinking? I'm already seated on the first seat in the third row of our football ground, wearing my brown leather jacket, back tank top and denim jeans with my hair open and tucked under a black beanie.

Loud screams and and cheers from my surroundings are deafening me, the crowd is extra energetic today. I huff and sink in my seat, getting bored. Not even a minute passes when I feel someone take a seat next to me. Turning my head, my eyes land on the boy with chiseled jaw, hazel eyes and jet black hair, wearing a varsity jacket and denim jeans; already staring at me.

Biting my lip, I straighten myself on the seat, resting my back against it, as I look around myself to find any empty seat.

Why did he sit next to me when he wants me to stay away from him?

There are a lot of empty chairs here, but yet he still has to be seated next to me.

My eyes focus on the field as I catch a glimpse of Harrison; his brown curly hair pushed behind with a bandana, and a loose sports uniform over his body. He seems to be busy talking to his team mates when he takes out his phone from his pocket and engages on it. My phone buzzes in my hand and I quickly unlock it to receive a text message from an unknown number.

From Unknown:
Are you here yet?

To Unknown:
Harrison?

From Unknown:
How do you know it's me?

To Unknown:
How do you know my number?

From Unknown:
I just do ;)
So are you here yet?

To Unknown:
That's creepy.
Yeah I'm here in the third row, first seat.

He quickly turns around, taking off his bandana and running his hand in his hair as he searches for me in the crowd. A grin appears on his face once he spots  me, and waves at me, while I return the gesture with a smile on my face. He turns back to engage with his team mates as I lock my phone again and place it on my lap, sinking back in my seat and making myself comfortable. I feel Zayn's eyes burning through me which make me hesitantely turn around my face to look at him.

"Um?" I squint my eyes, looking at him to speak.

"You should stay away from him." Zayn finally speaks up, causing me to raise my eyebrows at him.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me," he mutters, his eyes staring back at me, his expressions blank where as I stare at him in confusion with a frown finding it's way on my face.

"Who are you talking about?" I ask.

"You know who I'm talking about," he says, turning his face to look at the field ahead of us, but my eyes stay fixed on him in confusion. "Harrison."

"Excuse me?"

"Don't you have anything else to say rather than 'excuse me?' ?" He asks me in a bored tone, making me stutter.

"Wha-no! I mean. Who do you think you are to tell me to stay away from him?" I am now sitting straight on my seat, staring at him as my heart is beating rapidly with a reason I'm not aware of.

"I'm warning you, Maire. He's not good."

"And you are?" I'm as surprised by my question as Zayn is. He looks at me with a frown on his face before speaking up.

"No. But stay away from him and...and me as well," he quietly speaks, looking away from me as the game soon starts before the cheerleaders which include my cousin; Amber and her best friend run up to the field, shaking their butts, pom poms and whatever other things they shake.

I don't know what's wrong with me, but I feel like defending Harrison. Zayn has no right to tell me to stay away from him and say that Harrison isn't a good guy. He doesn't even know him, he's new to this place. How can he judge Harrison like that? Zayn wasn't there for me today when Amber and Tyler beat me up, but Harrison was.

"You don't know him. How can you say such stuff about him?" I quickly snap at him, causing him to let out a deep chuckle with his eyes fixed on the field where the match starts but I pay no attention to it, as my focus is only on the conversation going on between Zayn and I.

"I know him more than you can imagine," he mutters before taking a deep breathe and turning around his head to look at me; our eyes meeting.

"Just stay away from him, it's for your own good. I wouldn't...I wouldn't like to see you getting hurt." He speaks the last sentence so softly and barely audible but I luckily catch it, making my heart skip a beat.

"As if you care," I mutter under my breath, looking away from him, but hear him take a deep breathe as I notice his hands curling into a fist on his corners before he gets up from his seat and makes me look up at him.

"You know what? I don't care. I do not care at all. Just do whatever the hell you want to do, and get yourself hurt!" He spats and my eyes widen at his sudden out burst.

Before I can say anything to him, he looks at me with his eyes raging in anger and leaves, with I, sitting behind and staring at his back in utter shock.

What even was that?

Trying to ignore Zayn and his rude behaviour, I again sink back in my seat with my arms crossed over my chest and continue to watch the game, but hardly succeed in paying attention to it as my mind continuously keeps on drawing back to him; Zayn.

The game ends after a while and our school wins. I quickly get up from my seat and straighten my jacket, turning around to leave. I make my way out from the crowd and tuck my phone into my jacket's pocket as I continue to walk back to my home. (I don't even know why I call it MY home.)

Suddenly I feel a tap on my shoulder from behind, making me jump as I quickly turn around to come in contact with a sweaty and grinning Harrison.

"I'm sorry, if I scared you." He laughs, making me sigh deeply in relief.

"You did," I nervously huff, making him again laugh slightly. "Oh, by the way, congratulations."

"Thank you," he smiles at me. "Are you um, leaving?"

He runs a hand in his hair, moving them away from his sweaty forehead as I look around me, gesturing towards the crowd leaving.

"Uh, yeah, the game is over, everyone is leaving so.." I trail off but I notice a smile finding it's way on his face.

"Well, our school won, my team won, so I was thinking of celebrating..." he pauses before biting his lip and looking at me with a glint of hope in his eyes for something. "So I was thinking of celebrating it with you, only if you want to?"

My eyes widen as I stare at him in shock you can say.

Harrison Edward Sawyer wants to hang out with me?

"Are you sure of what you're saying..." wait, did I just say that?

He chuckles before nodding and I continue staring at him in disbelief.

"Movie?" He asks and I come out of my trance as I nod and he smiles.

"When?" I ask.

"Now, if you have time?" He says and I raise my eyebrows. Does he seriously want to go out to the movie with ME?

I notice the time on my wrist watch. It's seven in the evening. If we leave now, we'll reach home by nine or ten and Aunt Georgia will kill me because her rules only apply on me, not on her children though.

"I'm sorry, I-I can't. Because if I reach home late, my aunt will be pissed off." I answer him in a low voice, playing with my fingers. He gives out a deep sigh and I rise up my head to look at him with an apologetic expression.

"Don't be sorry, it's fine." He says, lightly smiling. "How about we go for a movie once we come back from our camping trip?" He asks and I knitt my eyebrows together.

"Camping trip?" I ask, quizzically and that's when it hits me that our school has been planning to take us for camping this month. "Oh yes, but when are we going for camping?"

"Uh, tomorrow. Didn't you know about it?" He asks me.

"Oh. Well, I didn't know we were going tomorrow-" my sentence cuts off in the middle when my phone starts ringing and I hold up my index finger in front of Harrison and he nods, letting me receive Aunt Georgia's call.

As soon as I pick up the phone, I hear her ear deafening scream, making me pull away the phone from my ear.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Calm down, aunt Georgia." I quickly hang up the call before she can yell more at me.

"I have to go, so uh, see you tomorrow and congrats again, you played very well." I smile at Harrison and he smiles back.

"Thank you, bye."

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"The bus is leaving, two people are missing! Who are they?!" I hear my P.E teacher yell as I run towards him, and stop right in front of him, panting, and hearing the other person beside me pant too.

"Me!" We both say on the same time, and turn our heads to look at each other. A groan slips from my mouth once  I come in face to face with Zayn.

"Where were you two?! We are getting late because of you two! Get your asses on the back seat of the bus, since there are no more seats left!" Coach seems really angry as he keeps on yelling at Zayn and I, and we quickly nod before grabbing our bags from the ground and walking into the bus, with Zayn right behind me.

I pass through many students; some of them busy in their conversations, some glaring at me, some swooning over Zayn, while I catch Harrison's stare who smiles at me and I mouth a Hi to him.

"I want to sit at that side," Zayn says, and I turn my face to look at him with one eye brow raised.

"You can get that side, I'm not moving from here." I say, before dropping my bag in the middle of the long back seat, while I scoot on the left side of it, staring out from it's small window as I hear Zayn give out a loud groan.

Ignoring him, I take out my blanket from my bag, and drape it over myself once the bus starts moving. I lift up my legs, and hug them closer to me, as I connect my head phones to my cell phone and tuck them in my ear, when I glance at Zayn from the corner of my eyes for the last time, who is staring out of the window of the other side before closing my eyes.

Slowly I feel myself falling to sleep, when my head phone almost flies out from my ear, making me snap my head in Zayn's direction.

"Your blanket is covering my space." He says and I look at him disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? You need to stop taking out my head phones from my ears when I'm sleeping." I snap at him, making him roll his eyes at me.

"As if you were sleeping. You kept on glancing at me from the corner of your eyes," he says, with a sarcastic chuckle coming out from his lips when I feel my cheeks burning and my mouth falls open.

"What-no! I wasn't..I mean, I was sleeping-I was." I defend myself, mentaly facepalming myself as he chuckles and mumbles a sarcastic "sure,"

"And even if I was glancing or staring at you, how do you know about it? Unless you were doing the same." I say, feeling proud of my comeback, as his sarcastic expressions fall from his face and he rolls his eyes, bringing back his stern look as he pushes my blanket away.

"Your blanket it covering my space, keep it to yourself only." He again mutters rudely, ignoring my comment, before resting his head at the back of the seat and closing his eyes, making me roll my eyes at him.

I sigh and grab my bag from beside me, which is a china wall between Zayn and I, and take out the crumbled note from it, which I received in my locker today.

Hello Maire,

I felt as though,
To Maire was a bit formal,
So I switched it up,
In hopes of connecting with you.
A bit more than I have,
Since you don't know who I am.
But I can't and I won't.
Though I'd love to be closer to your melodic laugh, to make you smile or maybe just talk.
But I'm scared that once I show you who I am,
You wouldn't like me and see my inner insecurities.

-Your Secret Admirer.

~*~

Thank you to @FriendlyDragon478 for another beautiful poem. She's going to write the rest of the poems of this book, hopefully. ❤

-Who do you imagine Maire as?

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