Trace

Chapter 35

HARRY'S POV

  I open the door to my dorm room, hoping to find it unoccupied. However, this is not the case. A guy is making out with a girl with brown bobbed hair. 

  They throw their heads around to see who has intruded, gasping for air. 

Shit. All I can think about is El, now. 

 "Um...should I come back?" 

The girl looks absolutely horrified and runs out of the room. 

  I look at the dude and he's trying to hide his need for more oxygen. 

"Uh, I'm Harry."

    "Are you a robot or something?" the guy asks. I immediately recognize his American accent.

He clearly sees that I don't get his comments and he laughs, "Mate, you talk as fast as a turtle."

I roll my eyes. That's a new one.

 I throw my stuff on the left side of the room. The one unoccupied by this douche I'll be rooming with.

"I'm Sean." 

   I give him a brief nod. 

"So, where are you from?" 

  "England," I respond shortly. 

 He laughs. "You think I'm a stupid American, then?" 

    "I think you're a stupid tool." 

He clenches his jaw, but continues to smile. 

    "Why'd you let that girl run out like that? You didn't even say anything to her." I demand.

He looks at me like I'm some sort of clown. 

   "Meridith?"

I shrug. "Okay, Meridith. You didn't do anything to make her stay."

   I have no clue why I am even saying this, but Shane or whatever his bloody name is is making me angry.  

       "She's nothing. I just needed a little company," he smirks, "but now I see I won't be lonely for the rest of the night."

   "Oh, you will be. I'm not staying here. I need to walk."

   "Dude, it's like three AM. Where are you going?"

I glare at him. "Why do you give a shit?"

   His face suddenly softens. "You going to go fuck someone? I recommend Katie Lavendar. She's usually out this time at night and you co-"

   I grab him by his silly little shirt collar. I raise my fist and am about to punch him right in his idiotic little face when someone walks in. 

   "Sean?"

I drop my hand and turn around. It's Meridith. 

   "Uh...I um...left my...um...purse. Oh...there it is...I'll just- oh."

I reach down and hand her the little blue handbag. She doesn't look at my eyes when she thanks me quietly. After that she rushes out of the room and slams the door shut.

   "Look, Shane-"

"Sean," he annoyingly corrects.

   "I don't want to have any trouble, but-"

"You don't want any trouble?? If I don't remember correctly, I believe it was YOU who had that snarky little attitude. You haven't even been here for ten minutes and you already tried to knock me out!"