I start walking but with each step I feel myself walking faster and faster. I almost start to run but I feel that would attract more attention and I didn’t need that.
After what seems like a mile I finally get to the dorm room. Part of me wants Audrey to be on the other side of the door but the other part of me doesn’t. I kind of want to just get it off my chest but it’s so embarrassing that I really don’t want anybody knowing about.
I open the door to find Audrey sitting on her bed doing something on the computer.
“There you are! How was your- wait. Why are you so red? Everything okay?” She asks me clearly noticing my brightly colored skin from not only embarrassment but from walking to fast.
I think for a second and contemplate if I want to tell her or not.
“Nothing’s wrong… just a long walk back” I tell her deciding that it I was probably making a bigger deal out of this then it really was.
“Oh okay! Just making sure… well physics is really boring. I have nobody in that class that I know which kinda sucks… but I guess it makes it easier to focus. What about you? How was history?”
“I’m sorry… but it was fine. Boring.”
“Anybody in your class you know?”
“Uh yeah… Harry from the party.”
“Oooo nice” she responds like a middle schooler.
I lay down on my bed and just stare at the ceiling because I was really too lazy to do anything else.
“Want to grab food or something?” She asks me.
“Um I’m not really hungry right now… but you go! I will just see you after our fourth class”
Audrey grabs her phone and leaves me alone in the room.
I start to do my homework from the classes I’ve had so far. I want to get a good night’s rest tonight so I want to be done with my work.
I check the clock and notice I have 20 minutes until my next class. I had photography next. This was the class I was most excited about. I loved photography; although, I don’t know if I want a career that involves photography yet.
I grab my bag and start walking to class.
I make it to class right on time and notice how there are only 30 students in our class. I liked having a small class so I knew I would enjoy this class a lot.
“Welcome to photography. I’m Mrs. Hewittt. This class is going to be fun. But it’s going to be challenging. Not challenging in the sense that you will have tests or homework. But I’m going to challenge each and every one of you to look at things from a new perspective” Our new teacher says as she walks in.
I can tell that I’m going to love her.
“It isn’t a necessity but highly recommended that you each get a high quality camera.”
She continues on to talk about what our objectives are this semester. Time flies by and before I know it, class is over. She smiles at us and tells us to have a good evening before we exit the room.
Once I reach my dorm, I get on my laptop and start researching the best cameras to buy. I want to get one this weekend and I don’t want to be one that isn’t worth the money.
I hear the door unlocking and I can tell it’s Audrey.
“Hey Brielle! I brought you a slice of pizza so we can eat it here” and hands me the slice.
“Thanks! I’m going to bed early, are you going to be out tonight?”
“No I don’t think so. I’m going to do my homework… responsible right?!” she says and laughs.
“Very” I respond and begin to laugh with her.
She plugs her phone into a set of small speakers we have and plays quiet music as we both do our homework.
After a few hours I decide to go to bed at 9. This might be one of the few nights that I will be able to go to bed this early.
The next morning I wake up and realize that I have no idea when Audrey went to bed and I never said goodnight to her… oops.
I walk to class early and meet her there. I leave her a little sticky note telling her I have already left.
Audrey shows up 20 minutes later and our professor walks in.
My day goes on like normal but as I walk to history I get a little nervous. I walk in and I see Harry. I decide to avoid sitting next to him so he doesn’t think I’m a stalker.
“Okay class… this weekend I will need you all to buy the history book on the list I gave you yesterday for future projects” Our professor tells us.
So now I have to take the bus to not only buy a camera but a book. Great.
He continues to talk about something that I really don’t have much interest in so I end up dazing off. Class is then dismissed.
“You know you don’t have to avoid me” a dark voice says from behind.
I turn around to see Harry in a pair of black jeans and white t-shirt with the same boots as before.
“Sorry I wasn’t avoiding you! I just didn’t see you” I lied.
“If you say so… Do you know what bookstore you’re going to?”
“No I guess the nearest one to a bus stop.”
“You’re going to take the bus? I can take you.”
“No its fine thank you” I tell him nicely.
“Let me take you. Let’s go now actually” he says with a little smile.
“Oh um… Okay… thank you!”
We walk towards the parking lot and I follow him not knowing which one is his car. We stop at a black mustang which I’m assuming is his.
“This is yours?” I ask him rather impressed.
“Yeah”
“Nice” I tell him before opening the door to the backseat and sit down.
“What are you doing? You can sit in the front Brielle… I’m not babysitting you” He says with a chuckle.
“Oh okay!”
He revs up the engine and pulls out of the parking spot.
“You can turn on the radio if you want” He says to me.
“It’s fine! It’s your car… it’s up to you”
“You don’t have to be so nice Brielle… it’s fine. Really.”
I turn on the radio and put it on the typical pop radio station because I really don’t know what he listens to.
Most of the car ride is pretty silent because I don’t know what to say. I’m not the best at making conversation with people I barley know and he isn’t exactly helping.
“I noticed you have an accent… Are your parents British or are you from England?” I ask him because I like asking questions.
“Uh my parents sent me here when I was I was 17 and I just liked it here so I stayed” he says without going into detail.
“Why did they send you here?” I ask wanting to know more.
“Do you always ask this many questions?” He says rather annoyed.
“Sorry…”
I don’t say anything else the rest of the way because I don’t want to anger him. We get to a Barnes and Nobel in about 5 minutes. He turns off the car and gets out without saying a word … Maybe I shouldn’t ask personal questions to somebody I just met.
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Addicted
Fanfiction"The first time I kissed you. One kiss, I was totally hooked. Addicted to you." Brielle's life is simple. That is until Harry comes in and turns it upside down. *WARNING: THIS FANFIC WILL CONTAIN SEXUAL CONTENT, LANGUAGE, AND SOME VIOLENCE*
