Awkward Moment 2
I decided to avoid Scorpius Malfoy at all costs this summer, just to avoid getting into awkward moments, but honestly, I don't know why I ever thought that would work.
I woke up at the break of dawn, pulled on a tank top and some shorts, and rushed down to eat a quick breakfast before shutting myself in my room again. Hopefully, no one woke up at 5 o'clock in the morning, especially a blond slytherin boy.
Once I reached the kitchen, I quickly put two pieces of bread in the muggle toaster, and turned to open the jam cabinet. Just my luck, the strawberry jam was at the very top. You see, I'm actually quite short, and I have a lot of trouble reaching stuff on huge shelfs, much like now. And I was in the mood for strawberry jam, so I wouldn't take any other.
I stood on the tip of my toes and stretched my hand far up, but it barely brushed the pot. I started to jump to try and reach it, but the jam stayed put. I once again reached out, creeping up closer to the shelf to see if I might be able to get it now, but I still was 1m64. I probably looked like a huge idiot.
I took a deep breath and reached out again, I was not giving up. Did I mention I was extremely stubborn? Right then, someones body leaned in against mine, and their arm reach out and grab the jam, brushing my hair into my face. My body was practically crushed against the counter, their skin against mine. I felt my heart start to race in terror, but luckily the person was tall and they plucked the jam off the shelf and brought it down. They stepped away from me and I turned around to say thank you to whatever cousin or uncle helped me.
Only it wasn't a cousin that helped me. Instead, Scorpius Malfoy was standing there, dark frames crooked on his nose. The boy I was sure to avoid all summer.
"Here." He said, smiling softly, handing me the pot of strawberry jam. I didn't move a bit, frozen to the spot. For a moment, we stood there again, my eyes wide in surprise, him with his lopsided grin plastered on his face.
Then my toast jumped out of the toaster. That was my queue to grab the jam, muttering a thanks, swipe the toast out of the toaster and rush up stairs, cheeks burning furiously.
Avoiding him was going to be hard, very hard.
Hey guys sorry for the shorter chapter, but I was too tired to try to write more. Please review, it would be cool, and tell me what you think so far :) I got the next chapter pretty much written out so... you guys wont need to wait much before reading more. Well then, see ya! And thanks for reading this weird story :)