Page 5 of Meant to Be

“What are you doing?”

“I’m looking through his photos. Here check, you may see his picture.”

She throws the phone into my lap. I look through but can’t see him, so I go through his family photos. After scrolling through a few, I see him. He’s a little younger and standing with a boy of around thirteen who is obviously Harry and has his arm around him. I look further to see if there’s an up to date one, but there isn’t one. Darn it.

“I can’t find one.” I start again at the beginning, in case I’ve missed one, but I don’t find any. “There isn’t one, but I’m telling you he was there.”

“Okay, so what was the point of the story again that you so desperately wanted to tell me?”

“Oh yeah. I came out of dance tonight, and he was there again. He was standing at the gates, he must’ve been waiting for Harry.”

“I don’t think so, he went early today, had an appointment or something.” She shrugs.

“How do you know?” I frown.

“I was in Maths with him today, he’s been moved to my class.”

“Who was he waiting for then?”

“Well, I don’t know,” her mouth pulls up one side into a smirk, I know this smile. “We could ask Harry?”

My eyes widen. “No way.”

“Well, unless you ask, we aren’t going to know.”

“Don’t you dare Addison. If he’s there again, I’ll make sure to point him out.”

“You do that.”

Grabbing her phone, I see her typing; I narrow my eyes suspiciously. She opens the rest of the snacks then lies back on her double bed ready to watch a movie, a horror. We’re watching the classics - A Nightmare on Elm Street. I love the older films, but Addison likes the new ones, so we’re alternating them. Her phone dings with a message, she picks it up and smirks.

“Who’s that?” I ask trying to peek to see if I can catch a name.

“Just a friend.”

“But I’m here.” I shrug playfully.

“Bitch. I have friends, I choose to hang out with you though.” Her mouth pulls into a smirk as she shoves my shoulder, joking. “If you must know it’s Harry and his name's Jaxon.”

“You asked him?” I screech wide-eyed.

“Yeah, how else were you going to find out?”

I like that name, it suits him.

“So what else do you want me to ask?

“Nothing,” I tell her. Her phone pings again, she opens it up and laughs. “What’s that?”

“He wants to know who’s asking and whether it’s for you or me.” I ignore Addison’s antics and turn back to the film. “He wants us to meet them after school next week, what you think?”

“Whatever,” I reply absently.

Rolling her eyes at me, I smile as she shakes her head, she puts her phone on silent and throws her phone onto the bed. She picks up a cushion, holding it against her chest, she uses it as protection from the scary movie we’re watching. Once I’ve scared the crap out of her with Freddie Krueger, I gather my things and tell her I’ll see her in the morning, heading home.

A few days pass, and I haven’t seen Jaxon at the school since. I’m a little disappointed if I’m truly honest but never mind. It’s my own fault for not being brave enough to face him the other day, and anyway, I’m not supposed to be letting myself get distracted with boys. The bell rings for the end of the last lesson, so I put my books away. I start walking towards the gates by myself as Addison has Drama after school, I walk with my head down as I hear my name being called. Lifting my head, I look towards the voice; I notice Harry, but I also see him. My step falters for a second, but I regain control, lifting my hand.

“Hi, Harry,” I call out. Looking over to my right shyly, I give Jaxon a small smile. I carry on walking, but he calls me again.

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