Stuck » h.s. (UNDER EDITING)

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Three days later, my alarm is blaring in my ear, screaming at me to get out of the damn bed. I groan and slap at it until it shuts up. Amanda makes a sound of annoyance from her side of the room and she pulls her blankets further up over her face.

Forcing myself to do so, I place my feet on the carpeted floor and stand, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I stop in front of the little clothes I have set out and pull out a simple outfit.

I pull my hair into a high pony tail and slip on black skinny jeans, a white tank top, jean jacket, and white KEDS. I apply minimal make up and grab my Creative Writing books. "Your classes start this early?" Amanda groans, stopping me from walking out of the door.

"It's 8:00, Amanda," I tell her. "And it's the first day of classes so I can't be late," I add.

"Thank God my classes don't start until twelve. If you have time, stop at the coffee shop on campus for breakfast. It's great. Turn the light off on your way out please," she asks and I do as asked of me. There's not many people in the dorm hallways this time in the morning, not there ever really is. I'm fairly thankful for this though since I'm not much of a social person. Bumping into people isn't exactly my ideal start of a day.

I step out into the brisk air and mentally curse myself for not grabbing another jacket. I just shake my head and pull the jacket I do have tighter around me, thankful I at least brought it. Another thing I'm thankful for, a coffee shop on campus. I can see it from where I stand, and I hurry towards it, slipping inside and sighing into the warmth.

I adjust my books under my arm and order my caramel frappe. While I wait, I take the time to look around and the small little shop. There's positive quotes all over the walls in decal form, lights strewn on the walls, barstools, round tables with little chairs placed carefully around them. Indie music was playing faintly through the speakers and there were a few people nodding there heads along to it, others have earphones shoved into their ears. Almost everyone in the place was either on their computer, reading, or just standing in line.

The boy behind the counter smiles warmly at me whilst handing my drink. I thank him out of politeness and turn around, knocking into somebody. Is this just going to be a habit? "I'm so sorry," I gasp. I look to make sure there's nothing on the ground or nothing spilt. I hear a deep chuckle and look up into deep brown eyes.

"It's fine. You didn't spill anything. Just a little bump. Nothing to stress over," he says with a warm smile.

"I'm seriously so sorry. I feel like such a clutz," I groan and look down at my coffee cup.

"Don't sweat it," he smiles and I nod while I watch him walk away.

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Once I'm in the classroom, I choose a seat towards the middle of the middle row and sit next to a boy with dark hair. He looks up when I sit down. "Sorry, is this seat taken?" I ask him.

"No, not all. Normally girls don't just sit by me," he chuckles.

"Well, it's your lucky day," I smile. He grins back at me. "I'm Emma," I tell him.

"Blake," he replies. "What's your major?" I ask him.

"I'm definitely doing English," he answers.

"That's so interesting! I'm majoring in English also, just because I would love to become an author someday," I make sure the excitement is evident in my voice. "I've actually recently sent a book in to my agent."

"Oh wow, that's really amazing," Blake says. We continue to talk about books and authors for a while until the class has almost filled to capacity.