"I'm wet!" I scream jumping off my bed, "another nightmare." I whisper to myself spinning round to look at the soaking bed sheets. This is the 5th time this month this has happened, I wonder is it the scary movies I watch? Is it the cheese before bed time? Or is it a message ,I thought to myself?
I carry myself to the shower taking off my crop top and shorts, throwing them on the floor . I enter the bathroom where the small shower, toilet and sink live. I walk sideways into the shower and close the curtain.
"Fuck"! I forgot to grab a towel I walk out the shower drenched and quickly grab a towel from my wardrobe and wrap it round like a dress. After I've dried myself I throw my curly wet hair into a messy bun and throw on a white long T-shirt and a pair of black biker shorts. I slip on my white green grass, stained trainers and leave my room.
An ocean of orange, yellow, and red leaves fill the path in front of my accommodation block, it's early autumn which means colourful leaves and slightly warm weather still. I walk to my sociology class and "FUCK!" I left my phone in my room #great. I roll my eyes and sigh. I'm not going back for it. I carry on my journey and enjoy the nice warm air and colourful leaves.
It's been a few weeks since I've been at university and I'm really enjoying it. I'm 19 and in my first year,I took a year off so I could work, I worked at my local town centre in a small café waitering. Freshers week was fun a lot of partying, drinking and of course one night stands.
I arrive to the building my class is in, I still can't believe how humongous the building is.I walk up the many flights of stairs, now dripping with sweat which made me realise I also forgot to put deodorant on. I'm on the floor classroom is at. I see a pitch black room through the rectangular glass window on the door of my class as I walk closer I see a white screen and yellow glowing eyes illuminating the room. In disbelief I rapidly grab the door handle and pull it open, speeding to the light switch flicking it on.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" A voice shouts with a strong south east London accent.
While my eyes are adjusting to the light I see a muscular mixed man in a grey short sleeved t shirt. As my eyes adjust properly I can see his hair is shaved and has dark facial hair that consists of a moustache and beard . He's sitting at a table rubbing his eyes.
"I'M SO SORRY!" I shout running over to the middle of the room with my hands in front of my chest .
"It's alright." He says rubbing his eyes still. He picks up his phone off the table that's between us and "I was just on my phone." "Also why are you here so early"? He says puzzled.
I turn round 180 degrees to look at the clock. Yep 2 hours early. I spin back round
" You know I could have just shown you my phone?" "You didn't need to turn to the clock." He chuckles.
"Honestly I have not been aware of time today." I laugh
"Or by the way you smell, do you want some after shave?" he responds waving a bottle in the air.
I look confused then a small hint of body odour creeps up into my nose. "It's not that bad, is it?' In panicky shriek.
"NO!" he reassured with a shocked look on his face. He pauses. "I just heard you running up the stairs and you are clearly sweating and when I sweat I always need after shave." He quickly answers.
I don't believe him and how did he hear my foot steps? Also I wasn't running up the stairs?
"So are you one of the late comers?" I ask. "I've never seen you before."
"Yes." He looks at his phone
"So what made you want to do sociology?" I quiz
"I want to be an anonymous journalist." He dryly remarks.
"Cool so, what part of London are you from?"
"Peckham." Again a dry response
"But you have a south line accent and Peckham is south east?" I say confidently, hoping it shows of how smart I am.
"Do you ever stop talking?" He snaps at me
"Sorry." I respond cautiously.
"Are you not going to sit down?" He barks. There's a quick pause. He quickly follows up, "I'm sorry." He apologises. "I'm really tired."
"It's ok." I quickly runaround the room to grab a seat a few near to his left.
He looks up in a jokey way and has a quick, short laugh "You can sit closer to me, I don't bite."
I move closer right next to him actually, then suddenly he starts spraying me with the after shave he was waving around.
"I'm joking." He snickered
I laugh back then we both start laughing.
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The claws ripped my heart
RomanceThere's something strange about him,I can't tell if it's his bad temper, His incredible,strength or the fact he's barley in university all I know is his claws are ripping my heart
