Bad Influence

I. Ruined Papers

N i c o l e

I want coffee. No, I need coffee.

It's early, too early. But I have a nine o'clock class that I can't afford to miss. Quite literally, actually, because I'm going to be put further in debt if I fail this class and have to retake it. The semester is halfway through, thank the heavens above. When I finish these last few math and English classes, I'll be able to actually start my cosmetology classes.

Grabbing coffee will be easy. All I have to do is go to the student lounge and order what I'm wanting. So, I park my car then gather my books and binders that I'll need, since my first couple of classes is just in the next building over.

As I'm walking up to the building, my mind is elsewhere. I'm considering which flavor to get, if I should go with my regular or get something new. Knowing myself very well and how routine I am, I'll just go with my usual. I hate trying new things anyway.

That's when someone flings open the door I was in front of, causing me to drop my books and papers to go flying. I immediately scramble to gather everything, hoping and praying my hardest that the paper I'm supposed to turn in for English hasn't landed in a puddle from where it had rained earlier this morning.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I mumble to myself, quickly getting everything. As soon as I find that English paper, it's found it's way into a puddle, ruining it, just as I suspected it would. I have the absolute worst luck. I can't turn this in, I think to myself, that's fanfuckingtastic.

A stack of papers is pushed in my face harshly. I'm quick to snatch them, glancing up at the person who was handing them to me. His hair is pushed back out of his face, and I see a tattoo on his wrist. I suspect he has more, but the leather jacket he has on is covering his arms from my view. His face is turned from me, only letting me see his profile, but he's got a clear frown etched across his face. He's clearly not happy to be here, especially not helping me pick up my papers.

"Sorry." He mumbles. "Was my fault."

"Yeah, well, now I have to go print off another copy of this paper." I snap, annoyed that I can't get coffee like I wanted, and aggravated that he seems like he's being a dick about the situation. "Thanks a lot there, mate." I make sure I have all of my things then turn on my heel, speed walking to the library to do what I need.

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I got the paper printed off in the library and turned it in when English class rolled around. I spent that entire class thinking about that guy and how I overreacted. I acted like an ass when I shouldn't have, and the guilt is starting to eat at me.

I looked for him in-between English and Speech, and after Speech as well. It wasn't until I was in the parking lot heading to my car that I see him sitting on a bench. He's looking around as he smokes a cigarette. He seems to be waiting on something, or maybe someone.

I take in a deep breath then slowly let it out before walking over to the bench. When he sees me, he scoffs and looks the other direction.

"I hope you don't expect me to scoot down for you." His voice is deep, and his accent is thick. He talks slower than I expected, but he's still being rude. I guess it's expected, though.

"I actually came to apologize." I inform him. "I'm sorry for the way I acted this morning. I guess I was a bit cranky and mad when I shouldn't've been."

"It's whatever." He shrugs. "Thanks for apologizing." He doesn't make eye contact, which is a bit strange to me, but I ignore it.

"Are you waiting for someone?" I ask.

"My mum." He answers. "She's supposed to take me to work."

"How long have you been waiting?"

He sighs heavily. "Since this morning."

I furrow my eyebrows. I haven't ever been able to understand how a parent forgets their kid. It's never made sense to me, but yet stuff like this happens all the time.

"Do you want me to give you a ride?" I ask. "You'll just have to tell me where I'm going." He finally looks at me and locks eyes with me. He's trying to read me, like I'd ask that question to mess with him.

"Really?" He asks.

"Yeah, of course." I nod. "My cars a bit messy though, so be prepared for that."

"That'd be nice, thank you." He says as he gets up from his seat. We walk to my car, where we get in and I start the car.

"I'm Nicole, by the way."

"I'm Harry."

-A/N-

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