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It had been two Harry-less weeks of hell.

Harry hadn't replied to my text, abd I couldn't even tell if he'd even read it, because he'd apparently turned his read receipts off. I had only managed to catch mere glimpses of him around campus, and every time there was something making it impossible to go after him, like a crowd, or the fact that I was already running late to class. In our English class, he'd taken to getting there late enough that I couldn't move to sit next him, always placing himself in a seat that had a person on either side and behind, so there was no way I could possibly get to him. After class, he never bothered packing up, simply swooping everything up in one large hand so that he could leave as quickly as possible. We'd had no contact whatsoever and it was slowly killing me. I had no clue when I'd gotten so dependent on him, but now it was painfully apparent.

On the other hand, working at Gemma's had been nothing but great. I was allowed to just curl up with a book on a beanbag in the back room whenever there were no customers, and Anne always made sure the hot chocolate was in abundance. She truly had to be the best boss anyone could ever have - plus she payed extremely well... too well, in fact (though she argued that if she had a ton of what was probably illegally made money from her son, she might as well shove it on someone else. This piece of information did not reassure me in the slightest). Anne still hadn't told me her son's name either, but she'd been right about it making me more eager to meet him. Unfortunately, since her son didn't visit often, neither of us knew exactly when I'd get to do so. Anne guessed that it would be around Christmastime, and even though we were firmly into October, I probably still wouldn't meet him then because Anne didn't want me "hanging around the shop when I should be with my family". Honestly, I didn't want the extravagant affair that my mother was sure to plan; I just wanted Edna, Dad and I, and that was it. Speaking of which, I made a mental note to call both.

"I will never understand how you get ready so fast," Frida mused aloud, still sifting through her clothes to find something to wear for the party tonight.

Yes, I was going to a party.

Frida had finally compromised until she came to the conclusion that I should meet the quota of at least one party per month, because - and I quote - "even a loser like me could manage that." We were finishing the first week of October now, so another party was due soon enough. And seeing as the last party I'd attended hadn't been particularly horrific, Frida saw no excuse for me not to go to another one - not that I needed an excuse anyway:

This party was at Harry's frat house.

I admitted that my agreement to this was partly out of hope and desperation to see Harry again - and maybe even talk to him this time. I'd even worn the maroon lipstick he'd loved so much on me, matched with a fitting long-sleeved maroon t-shirt and matching Doc Martins, and black skinny jeans that are ripped at the knees. The rest of my face was makeup-free, just the way Harry liked it. I'd even let my hair go frizzy, despite the fact that I hated wearing it out like this; I always felt like I looked like a pompom.

"I will never understand why you take so long," I muttered. Frida obviously didn't hear me because she continued her humming and held another dress up to her body, trying it out as if it wouldn't look impossibly flawless on her no matter what.