At Gunpoint

Chapter 5

"Wow, what was that?" I grabbed Harry's arm on the way out from class, causing him to spin around.

"What was what?" He shrugged himself out of my grip and disappeared down the wooden stairs, leaving behind nothing but creaks from the steps in the air.

I shook my head and let it be. Perhaps he was being moody from the lack of sleep we both suffered from after last night. I placed my hair behind my ear and walked to my next class, just like any other day, moving my thoughts from a mysterious Harry to something else. Anything really. Which turned out to be harder than expected. The dimples in his cheeks had bored into my brain as far down as they were deep. Joan from class joined me and I was forced to think about other things unless I wanted the dreamy look on my face to show.

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"Have you seen Max?" "Did Max come to class today?" "If you see Max please let me know!"

These questions had been thrown at me all day, and everyone else on campus it seemed like. Max's friends looked like they stumbled on the same answers everywhere. I drew that conclusion from their worried facial expressions, bitten nails and the fact that the same jumpy guy with bloodshot eyes had asked me if I had seen any signs that Max had cracked under pressure, dropped out and moved to Mexico eight times today. My neck was cramping from having to shake my head countless of times and I did a lame attempt to massage it. He was probably just skipping school or something, yet I couldn't help but feeling a little worried. 

I felt like me and weariness had been playing tag all day long, and sleep was finally catching up with me. Five feet from my room my legs gave in and I fell forward, dropping my books infront of me scattering them over the carpet like shattered glass. I considered laying down right there and then and shut my eyes for a good week. It took me a few minutes to decide that I couldn't, it was a narrow hallway and I'd be in the way from the third of the students who lived in the dorm.

Taking my time, I gathered my books and reached for the handle on mine and Stacy's dorm neighbours who's door I didn't manage to pass before my intimate encounter with the floor. I dragged my weight up from the mat and regained foothold. As I moved towards my own door I heard noises, but my brain didn't register where they came from. With a few tries I got the key in the lock, only to realize the door wasn't locked in the first place. With a tired smile from the thought of my friendly, warm bed I pushed the door open. With my eyes squinted I didn't see the remote come flying towards my face. I groand loudly when it hit me in the eye.

"What did you tell my aunt?!"