At Gunpoint

Chapter 1

By the time I closed the car door I remembered I hadn't even asked for the guy's name yet. Here I am, riding in a car with a stranger I don't even know by his first name.

"What do you go by?"

"Harry, and I could ask you the same thing?"

"I'm Kasey." I held out my hand for a handshake, but cursed myself when I remembered he had both hands on the steering wheel. I quietly wished he hadn't noticed my act of stupidity.

"So Kaaaaseeeey," he dragged out on the vocals in my name really long for some reason, but I didn't ask. He continued.

"Do you live on campus or have you got a place of your own?"

"Campus." I replied and help up my key. "Dorm C."

"Really? I think I'm in dorm A."

"You think? You mean you don't know?" I laughed and looked at him while raising my eyebrows. Harry just smirked and shrug his broad shoulders. Like that counted as an answer. I made an effort to keep the conversation going.

"So, what are you planning to major in-"

"Oh look we're here!" Harry said distracted and pulled in on campus. He parked the car oddly neatly. He didn't seem like the organized type, I guess that's why I was surprised. I got out of the car while Harry took out the car keys.

"See ya around!" He waved as we parted by the parking lot. Well not as much as parted as he leaving me standing there with my soaked bag, soaked clothes and soaked everything trying to figure out what had just happened. All of a sudden I remembered I was already late for forensic studies and it quickly erased my train of thought. I threw my bag over my shoulder and darted towards the main hall.

One, two, three stairs up later I was struggling with getting my breath under control. Sometimes I wondered if I didn't have the lung capacity of a four year old. Three stairs shouldn't tear that much on my fettle, but they did. I guess the wet clothes contributed, they felt seven times heavier than they did in their dry state. As if that wasn't enough I think a big drop of rain that had hit me right in the eye when I had been running for the bus had washed out one of my contacts which made me see everything half blurry. I made an attempt to push my hair out of my face but it was impossible to keep it where I wanted it so I left it alone. I inhaled deeply and pushed the classroom door open.

The entire class rapidly turned their heads to me and gloated like I had just killed seven cats on my way here. I waved nervously and looked over the classroom. My eyes expanded three sizes when a familiar smile was fired in my direction.

"What are you.. I mean-" I felt myself getting tongue tied and looked at the professor with gaping mouth. "I'm just going to take a seat."

I ceased talking and squeezed down in a bench and buried my half my face in my hands, only eyes peaking over my fingertips. He was choking a laughter, I could tell. First of all, I couldn't understand why Harry was here, out of all classes at this college. Second of all, how did he beat me to the classroom? A loud cough drew me back into reality and the professor launched out;

"Today we're going to dig into the mind of a serial killer."

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When class was over I made sure I wouldn't let Harry out of my sight, despite of the crowded way out of the classroom. Why couldn't people form a line and take it nice and easy out? Jesus. A curly head rose above majority of the class and I followed like a lost puppy.

"Hey!" I exclaimed and took him by the shoulder. He spun around and I almost dropped my books by his quick reaction.

"Yeah?" He smiled with a smug look on his face. I felt a strong urge to wipe it off with a dish cloth. If I'd had one.

"What is this?" I throw my arms out in a questioning gesture.

"Oh yeah, I'm the new kid in class. Nice to be knowing I'll be joining you for the rest of the school year."

"And you couldn't have mentioned that on our way here?"

"I like to surprise people." He blinked and turned around and kept walking. I joined him down the stairs for further questioning.

"So, for how long have you taken forensic studies?"

"Oh, this is my first year. Oh yeah I am in dorm A by the way."

"So you figured that out huh?" I replied without pausing for a reply. "It's my first year too."

"I figured, or else you wouldn't be in my class."

"Your class?"

"Right I'm sorry, YOUR class. Forgot I'm the new kid. Well I gotta catch my next class so gotta run!"

Before I had the chance to open my mouth he had darted away leaving me standing looking like an idiot once again. What was with him? Couldn't he be around the same person for more than five minutes before he felt like he had to ditch them? I shook my head and focused on getting in time for my next class. I couldn't be late for all my classes in one day.