Lover (H.S)

Chapter 6: Wednesday

Harry's Wednesday classes simply refused to end. They had collectively decided to last longer and as a result, drive Harry crazy. He had seven classes to attend today. It was absolutely terrible. At least he'd woken up before his alarm went off and wasn't late to his first class. He had showered and grabbed a quick breakfast just in time.

He, however, made a split-second decision to drive to university today, instead of taking the bus. That did not work out well. His car was out of gas, due to the previous day's drive-and-podcast session with Cornelia. Since he didn't have enough time to stop by a gas station, he just cursed at his car a couple times before walking to the bus station.

He didn't see Cornelia all morning. However, he did have political science as his last class, so he would be seeing her then. Somehow, the prospect of seeing Cornelia soon made him feel like all his classes were proceeding super slow. He kept checking the time, wanting the class to be over so he could go to the next one and eventually make it to political science.

It was weird, really. He was unusually excited about seeing Cornelia. Last evening had been so much fun. After they got their Subway sandwiches, they drove around aimlessly for a couple of hours. They finished listening to five episodes of the government podcast. Quite productive, isn't it? Once that was done, neither of them really wanted to end the night, so they went ahead to get ice cream and park in a secluded spot so they could enjoy their ice cream. They also had interesting conversations.

It was easy to talk to Cornelia. She was rather funny, and really interesting to talk to. Harry was sure he wouldn't mind having to talk to her for the rest of his life. The thought of that scared him. He met her like five days ago. It was too soon to be thinking anything of this sort. Normally, Harry would try to push all these thoughts out of his brain, but at this point, he was rather used to thinking about Cornelia constantly. It was like an obsession on his part. Honestly, it sounds creepier than it is.

Presently, Harry walked to his political class, a sense of nervousness rolling around in his stomach. He was expecting to see Cornelia inside the class, but he ran into her a few yards away from the entrance to their classroom. Literally.

Cornelia complained, "Can you watch where you're going?"

Harry spoke sheepishly, "Sorry, Cornelia. What's up?"

Cornelia rolled her eyes as the two of them started walking to the classroom, "What's up is that we're going to be late to our class."

Harry checked the time before speaking, "We still have like five minutes and we're already here. You need to chill, Cornelia."

Apparently, Cornelia was not in a mood to play nice. So, she just shot him a glare before walking towards her seat. Harry just laughed as he followed. All their classes at the university consisted of fifty long, gruelling, boring minutes. Harry was pretty sure he fell asleep at some point in today's political science lecture. He liked the subject, he did, really. Well, sometimes. But today was not it. He was bored out of his mind and just wanted to go home.

Fortunately, he zoned out, true to his nature, and Cornelia did not disturb him or scold him for paying attention. Which was weird on her part, Harry admitted, but he wasn't going to complain. Class was finally dismissed after what felt like a whole eternity. He followed Cornelia out of the classroom, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Harry asked, yawning, "So, what are we doing today? For the paper, of course."

Cornelia sighed in response, "We are going to the library to research using real books."

Harry groaned, "Seriously? Of all the days you could have picked for library research, it had to be today?"

Cornelia snapped, "Well, we don't have much time left, do we? We need to actually write the whole paper as well, and I figured we'll write the whole thing tomorrow. Friday, which is day after tomorrow, by the way, is the submission date!"