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Emotion

***

Her

Buzz, buzz, buzzzzzzzzz!

"Coming! I'm coming."

It was a new day, but not a good start to it. I was running late. Halfway ready, I hobbled over to the door with one shoe on and the other in the process of being put on.

I throw the door open, "What?!" I ask, exasperated before noticing who was at the door. Arnold, and a very big teddy bear.

"Hey teddy, it's nice to meet you?" I trail off.

Ernie laughs, "Well good morning to you too, love."

"Forgive me for sounding bitter, but I'm running late, and you wouldn't stop your incessant buzzing!"

"I could give you a ride there? It'll save at least half an hour of your time and you can still finish getting ready in the car. Grab your things and let's go."

I take the bear from him, "Thank you, it'll make the dorms homier looking."

"Uh, are you coming?" he follows me inside.

"I'm thinking, I'm thinking," I say running around collecting my stuff.

"What's there to think about? I'll buy you Starbucks and we'll still have time to spare," he winks.

"All right, all right," I grab my things in a frenzy. "I'm sold."

"Let's go," he says, pushing me out. "Are all your friends already there?"

"Yeah, I asked them to go without me," I lock the door quickly. "I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"Probably because the MUNs are almost over. Today's the last day," He says. "Have you decided what you're going to wear?"

"Not yet, I'll think about it when I come back after the debates."

He leads me to a red Ferrari.

"Nice ride," I appraise.

"Thanks," Ernie opens the door for me before going over to his side and getting in. "My father got it for me."

***

We were waiting in line for my Caramel Macchiato and Arnold's Pumpkin Spice when a friend of his called him over. Caspar was his name, I think.

"Ernie!" I turned around to see the same piercing silver eyes as yesterday.

"Will you excuse me for a second?" Ernie had leaned down to whisper. After which he proceeded to kiss me on the cheek, so obviously trying to let him know I was his; just one problem with that- I wasn't. That angered me. He could not just kiss me whenever he felt like it, but I did not say anything as I was not a fan of negative attention; which I am sure is what Arnold was counting on.

I turned to look at what was going on at the back to see Arnold in Caspar's face, holding him by the collar of his shirt.

"Excuse me? Macchiato for Kay and Latte for Ernie?"

"Thank you," I smiled grabbing the takeaway cup holder and walking towards the guys.

"...her. Got it?" Arnold had been saying in a low voice as I approached.

"Hey guys!" I started cheerfully. "What's up?"

"Oh hey, Katalina," Ernie moved away from Caspar. "You know Richard?"