Inside | Shane Harte

1 | A new journey begins

Before you read this story I want you to be very aware of a few things.

1. I'm from Sweden, which means that English isn't my first language. It may occur several grammatic or spelling errors and if you notice this, please leave a comment so I can change it.
2. This story contains a lot of harsh language and sexual/erotic scenes, if that's not your thing then please choose another book to read.
3. All personalities, locations and school related stuff is completely made up in my imagination (except some things where I've taken some real details and some imagined, to create a mix between made-up and reality).
4. Do not, under any circumstances, copy this book. Everything including characters, plot, the cover and so on belongs to me and me only. If I notice that someone's copied something from my book I will report you instantly without blinking. And believe me, I will notice if you do.

So, now that you've gone through the boring part, you're welcome to start reading. Let me know in the comments after each chapter what you think, and I would really love it if you shared this book, voted, added it to your reading list etc. Have a great day! :)

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"So, how do you feel?" my mother squeals, making me even more nervous than I already am.

"I feel... Nervous, but excited at the same time"

"I can't believe you're already going to college, it feels like you were in middle school yesterday"

"Yeah, well, in that case you might as well call me Harry Potter" I laugh and so does she. Laughing has always helped me deal with nervousness.

"So, what are you going to do first?" she asks and I think about it a while before I answer.

"Uhm, I guess that I should go check out the dorm room at first, see if my new roommate is in there"

"Great idea, but what if she is a freak or something?"

I laugh and she doesn't seem to get a thing, so I decide not to push the topic any further. The view outside of the car window is amazing, I mean it's really beautiful back in Owen Sound but I never thought that Toronto would be this huge. It's like a bigger and more intense version of my home town.

"How long is it left? Until we reach the campus, I mean" I ask and she looks at the GPS that rests peacefully above the radio.

"About 5 minutes"

I nod and continue adoring the view. The time just flashes by and suddenly, we've arrived. We're here a bit early I think, but I guess that's just who we are in this family. We like having everything in order, arriving on time and stuff like that.

"Here it is!" mother squeals and I laugh.

"Here it is"

"Oh come on, don't be so shy. Go and sign yourself in, I'll take care of the bags"

I nod and walk through the main entrance. The building is huge and as I'm inside, all I can see is pictures of artists, producers and other kinds of 'musical people'. Behind the reception is a young woman with a high ponytail standing. Her eyes stalk my every move until I'm standing on the other side of the desk.

"Hello, I would like to sign in for the classical music program. My name is Kayla Smith"

"Oh, hello Kayla. Welcome to our school" the woman smiles and hands me a schedule and a key with the number '231' written on it. "Here is the key to your dorm room, and a schedule. You'll find everything you need to know in it"

"Thank you" I say and turn to mother. "Okay, I need to go now. Bye!"

"Goodbye, Kayla! I'll call you tomorrow to make sure everything's okay"

"Yeah, sure. See ya" I say, grab my bags and start walking. So, where is my room then?

After 20 minutes of hopeless searching, I see a guy leaning towards the wall in a corridor. As I get closer I can see that a few tattoos is covering his quite muscular arms. A pair of headphones is plugged in his pierced ears and he's nodding to the beat of the music.

"Excuse me?" I ask, and he doesn't seem to notice me at all. His eyes are locked on the screen of the phone that he's holding, and the passion he's expressing is truly incredible.

"Uhm, EXCUSE ME?" I shout a little louder and he pulls out the headphones from his ears.

"What?!" he snaps and I gasp. He stares straight into my eyes and I start feeling a little uncomfortable, even though it's only been a few seconds.

"Sorry, I was just wondering-"

"Whatever it is, you should know that I don't care. Like, at all. Now take off" he snaps again and I gasp, again. How dare he being so rude to a stranger?!

I roll my eyes and start walking down the hall, desperately looking for the number 231. After only a few minutes I finally find it. The door is unlocked so I just open it without knocking, something my mother would kill me for back home. But hey, you gotta live when you gotta live, right?

As I walk inside the room a wave of loud rock music hits my ears like a bomb. A girl is sitting on her bed, reading something as she notices that I've entered the room. She quickly turns it off and stands up. Her blue hair and piercings makes her look a lot like the guy down the hall, but I certainly hope that she is nicer than him.

"Oh, you must be my roommate! Welcome" she smiles and reaches out her hand. Okay, she is already much nicer than rude boy over there.

"That's me" I smile and shake her hand. "I'm Kayla"

"And I'm Crystal" she says and releases my hand. "I'm a junior. What department are you going to?"

"Classical music, and you?"

"Duh, acoustic of course"

I laugh and she proudly puts the rock music back on, but not as loud as it was when I entered the room. The bed on the left is free so I put down my bags on it and start packing up.