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The Man Bag

-HARRY-

I faked a smile and walked away from the laughing pair as fast as I could without raising suspicion. Once I returned to my locker I grabbed the rest of my things and locked it. I slowly made my way back over to Mike's locker, hoping he would be changed and ready to leave.

"Mike could you hurry up? I have a class in an hour and I need to stop back at the apartment." I huffed, crossing my arms.

"Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine today!" he rolled his eyes. "Could you just wait for me to put my freaking pants on please?"

I frowned and uncrossed my arms, grabbing my bag.

"I'll be waiting in the car."

I turned around and finally walked out of the smelly locker room. It had stopped raining by the time practice was over, but the streets were still wet, and it still smelled like rain. I breathed in deeply, trying to put my thoughts together.

Did they know I knew him?

Nah how could they, I'm great at hiding my emotions!

No, you really aren't.

You know, it would be great if you would just shut up right now, people are probably staring.

I sighed and stepped into Mike's car. I put my feet up on the dashboard and waited for what seemed like forever for Mike to step out of the locker room.

"Finally," I shouted, "you are literally so slow, I could've walked home by now!"

"You know, I'm not gonna drive you anymore if you keep complaining. And put your feet down! You know I hate it when you do that."

"That's why I do it." I smirked.

He rolled his eyes and started the car, scaring off a few pigeons that were standing nearby. He drove in silence back to our apartment. As soon as we pulled up and Mike had parked and turned the engine off, I hopped out and ran to open the door. I quickly opened the door and ran to my room. I heard Mike close the front door behind him and listened as his footsteps creaked into his room across the hall.

I quickly threw off the clothes I was wearing and slipped into a pair of black skinny jeans and a dark gray and white speckled button-up, buttoning it halfway before grabbing my bag to get to my first class of the day.

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As I walked to class I thought about the blonde boy.

Does he know who I am?

What is he like?

Should I talk to him?

All of these questions ran through my mind as I was walking and soon enough I was at my first class, Art and Design.

I took my usual seat at the back of the classroom, and unpacked my sketchbook and pencils.

I really am not very good at art, but I needed another class to fill up my schedule so, here I am.

I watched as the class soon began to fill up, everyone taking their usual seats around the room. I sat up a bit straighter as I noticed the blonde boy had taken his seat up near the front left corner of the room.

I really should learn his name if I'm going to try and talk to him.

I thought to myself. But before I could even think about who I should ask to find out, the professor stepped in and began the lesson.

"Alright class, as you know we are still on the sketching unit, so please take out your sketchbooks and pencils please."

I tried to pay attention and follow what the professor was teaching us, but I kept struggling and having to restart, making me fall behind the rest of the class.

As soon as the class was over, I began to pack up and head out the door, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and the professor was standing in front of me.

"Harry, correct?" I nodded and waited for him to continue. "I need to speak with you about your, artistic abilities." he beckoned me over to his desk, and turned the computer screen around to face me. "I've noticed you struggling in class, and it's having quite the effect on your grade." he stated.

"I know sir, I'm really trying my best to keep up, but it seems whatever I do I'm still behind." I sighed and tucked my head down and set my gaze on my shoes. "I'm really trying sir, is there anything I can do?" I looked up.

"That's why I called you back. You see, I was thinking about assigning you a tutor." He stood up from his desk and walked around it. "I think it would really help you to have a peer help you with your work in this class." He said as he leaned back on his desk. "What do you think? Would you be willing to try it?"

"Yes, I suppose." I said as I reached down to pick up my bag from the floor.

"Great! I'll have them meet you in the library at 2, will that work for your schedule?"

"Yes thank you very much." I smiled and headed out into the hallway. I sighed as soon as I walked outside, the cool air felt great on my flushed cheeks. I made my way over to the nearest Starbucks, wondering who my tutor might be.

As I was walking I noticed a few people staring at what most likely would be my tattoos. I had about 60 so far, and they were quite a sight. Whether they were staring at that or my man bag, I couldn't be sure.

I soon stepped into the warm atmosphere that is Starbucks and got in line. I looked around the small room as I waited for it to be my turn to order, and immediately something caught my eye. It was the blonde boy, sitting at the very back of the shop with a sketchbook. As I watched him he squinted his eyes and bit his lip in concentration, he was very attentive to whatever he was drawing.

Why can't I stop staring at him?

God he's attractive.

"May I take your order sir?" I jumped at the sound of the lady's voice, apparently I had been completely zoned out.

"Yeah sorry about that, I'll have a venti caramel frapp with whip cream." I managed to get out as I began to feel warmth radiating from my cheeks.

I paid and got my drink, and wondered if I should talk to him.

I'm not sure, he looks pretty busy, what if he gets mad if I interrupt him? Or what if I stumble on my words?

I was beginning to turn around when he looked up, his bright blue eyes staring directly at me.

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