Dorm 308

{ T W E N T Y O N E }

Marlene's words never left my mind.

"I think he's playing with you."

I barely ate my lunch because Marlene took hold of me for too long. She gave me lectures about boys considering I've never had a boyfriend before. She also ranted about the canteen food and how overpriced they are. When I finally got to finish my lunch — after gobbling it all up because I have five minutes left — I returned back to my class with my mind occupied with Marlene's words like a mantra I need to remember. Maybe I do. Maybe I need to remember that Marlene is right because she knows Harry better, But you know the real Harry not the playboy Harry, my mind tells me.

I'm sitting on the blue plastic desk chair while writing down the words Marlene said on back of my notebook, and then going it over with my black ball pen to cover the words I've written. I can barely comprehend what my Biology teacher is saying. I then remembered Trevor because he's a Biology major and we are both taking mandatory classes to pass this semester.

"Its a human instinct to think but most of us are overthinking about small things." My Biology professor's words made me switch my glaze from my notebook to him. "I say if you are having a problem, ask the people involve or ask for people's help. It has Biological and Physiological effects in the brain if you overthink things." Is it me or my professor gave me an advice without meaning to? I returned back to the words I've written on the back of my notebook. I blurred out the words my professor is saying because he is rambling about the parts of the brain and the physical and mental effects of overthinking.

I faintly heard him tell a story about some woman who went to an Asylum because she's gone crazy thinking about her husband and her's divorce. I don't want that to happen to me.

I mindlessly tapped the end of my ball pen to the paper as I build up the courage to message Harry that I will be seeing him later after this class and message Trevor that I can't see him today, because of some emergency. Without further ado, I pulled out my phone and hid it under the desk table.

I see that I have five unread messages from the one and only Harry Styles.

"I can't believe you hang up on me."

"Are you meeting me later or what?!"

"I have a surprise for you so you should come with me than that Tremor Guy."

"Just a reminder, I still know your schedule."

"F.uck you."

I rolled my eyes at Harry's messages. I know he knows Trevor's real name and he purposely calls him 'Tremor' to piss me off and I know that he will always end his chain of messages with the F word if I don't reply in an hour.

I typed in my message as I switch glances between my phone and the professor to avoid getting caught using my phone in the middle of my class.

"I hang up on you because you were annoying. And by the way, I'm meeting up with you later after class."

I can't say Harry and I are best friends but we've become close enough to message each other that way — we cuss each other playfully without really offending the other side — and talk to each other that way, but only when we're just alone together, being together with other people is a lot of a different story. I sent the message and made another one for Trevor.

"Hi, Trevor. Sorry, I can't come later with you to celebrate, an emergency came up. I'm really really sorry." 

I immediately sent the message and placed my phone back into my pocket. But minutes later, my phone vibrated indicating I received a message. I saw that there are twenty minutes more in this class before we are dismissed. I can wait later to check the message, whether its Trevor or Harry.