Sunshine | H. S.

2

The sound of my alarm abruptly rips me out of my sleep and I open my eyes slowly, mentally slapping myself for choosing such an obnoxious sound to wake up to. Besides, who likes waking up early? No one I know just opens their eyes in a good mood and is ready to take on the day like in those cheesy, unrealistic coming-of-age movies.

My first thoughts automatically go back to that green eyed, covered in tattoos boy that I now know is named Harry, thanks to my nosy yet impossibly sweet best friend. His laugh, the way he effortlessly slid his hand through those perfect curls, a simple gesture but still so hypnotizing. Why am I thinking about that guy so much? How can someone I am not even sure knows I exist take up so much space in my head? I shake my head as I get up, hoping that his stupid eyes won't keep invading my mind today.

I'm an independent, bad bitch damn it. I have never pathetically swooned over a person or believed in shit like love at first sight and I don't plan on starting now.

After a quick shower I brush my hair and braid it so it won't be in the way during the day. I like having long hair but it can be really high maintenance and annoying sometimes. Still worth it though. I put on a pair of gray mom jeans and an old Freddie Mercury t-shirt, tucking it into my jeans in the front.

Twelve year old boy but make it fashion. Kind of.

After my morning cup of tea and some cereal I brush my teeth, put on a light layer of make up and get my black combat boots and a leather jacket I should probably wear less often. After grabbing my bag, phone and headphones I shut the door of the flat and start the ten minute walk to campus.

Nat is definitely still asleep, I have received no signs of life from here since I woke up and I'm not surprised. She is not a morning person at all and after a few needless fights in the morning because of her moodiness we have decided not to talk that much before classes. We have different schedules anyway. She never takes any early classes, while I prefer to have the afternoon free to read, watch movies or walk around London in an endless search of vintage clothes, old music records and books. Tumblr girl cliche, I know. I can't help it though.

Nothing really eventful happens during my classes. I hand in my essay and the typical two or three people who just "need one more day to finish it" beg professor Matthews for an extension, which she doesn't grant them, saying that if most of us were able to hand it in on time they could have done it too. A quiet smile creeps up onto my lips. She is definitely my favorite professor. After an otherwise uneventful lecture I walk to my next class, Medieval Culture and Traditions. I don't enjoy this class as much as the Antique History one, but it is still better than the hell that high school was for me, so I don't complain. The rest of the day goes by quite fast, the most remarkable event being that I decided to get a cappuccino instead of green tea at the cafeteria.

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Friday

"Are you seriously wearing that to a party, Sophie?" Nat looks me up and down and rolls her eyes. She is wearing a white crop top and a dark green plaid mini skirt, paired with a black leather jacket and black heeled boots. She looks amazing, as always. "Why wouldn't I wear this to a party?" I shrug, looking in the mirror at my black jeans and oversized grey shirt. I think I look cute, actually. It's still in my comfort zone and I don't look like a sack of potatoes for a change, so in my opinion Nat should be proud of me instead of complaining.

"Because you asked me about a boy, which you never do, and that boy is probably going to be there tonight so you might as well impress him" she replies, saying it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "But I feel comfortable like this and I already told you that nothing's going to happen, Nat." She sighs, knowing that it's hopeless. I'm the most stubborn person I know and Natalia has come to terms with it over time. If someone tells me want to do I won't because of my principles, even if I wanted to do it originally. Growing up with a psycho religious mother will do that to you.