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CAROL (EP 5)





 Carol.

She was light.

She was fire and ice.

She was sweet and spice...

Harry looked up from the poem he was writing at a squinting Teejay. The guy was hovering over him like a cloud.


These days it seemed he had something to share, but the moment Harry gave him his attention, he would lose all his nerve and walk away - mumbling some silly explanation.

Harry cleared his throat.


"Ehem…"

He cocked an eyebrow at Teejay.


"Y'know, you can tell me. If it's something bad I won't rat you out - well, it depends on how bad..." Harry saw he was rambling.


"Look, tell me already! I'm your friend, and you don't see me hiding stuff from you?"

The boy sighed, hoisted himself onto the bunk bed, then started. "I'm in love with Esinam"...

♡♡♡
The siren blared for the second time that day. One more lesson before breakfast.

Carol was in a bubble.

Last night at prep, Harry had come to sit beside her.

They had just...talked.

They had so much in common.

Like the fact that they both didn't eat oatmeal, they hated the hardcrust on bread, they loved Superchick, both thought Shatta Wale was a waste of -
  
"Hi."

She smiled into her response when she saw who had called.

Casting her eyes shyly down, she replied – her voice made tender with feeling.

Just then a sweaty boy ran back into the class, yelling for them to sit down, the next lesson's teacher was only a few blocks away.

Harry looked out at the door and quickly thrust a bottle into her hands.

Carol looked up in surprise, and he took the opportunity to slide something into her hands, his fingers lingering on the soft underside of her palm.

Then just as quickly, he disappeared back to his seat.


Carlton Asante entered the classroom a split second later, and the next hour was spent discussing matrices and stupid vectors.


Carol's mind kept going back to the bottle in her desk, and the note she'd slipped into her book.

When was this annoying class going to end? She thought crossly.

She was tapped on the shoulder and turned to a smirking Mari.


"You know, I can almost hear you think. Calm down, there's barely 7 minutes more to go." She smiled knowingly and turned back to her book.


Carol sighed.

7 whole minutes.

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