My Comforter

Chapter 4

When I get back to my dorm, Claire is already there. Apparently, she got out of orientation early. I walk over to my bed, and sit down. I already miss my mom. I'm scared about classes. I'm scared I'll fail. I need to calm down. I'm worrying myself over nothing.

To keep my mind off things, I decide to go off campus and go shopping to get some things for my dorm, and also a few outfits. I decide to ask Claire to come with me.

"Of course!" she chirps in her southern drawl. "We can take my car," she a announces as she gets up and grabs her leather cross body purse. "You have a car?" I ask her as we walk towards the door together. "Yeah. If you can even call it that," she laughs. "My parents got it for me when I turned 15 and got my permit. It's an old piece of junk." I laugh along with her as we walk out into the mild September air.

I look around, and once again, the curly haired boy is leaned up against the tree. My heart beat quickens, and I get that same sick feeling in my stomach as I did the first time I saw him. Once again, he was watching me. I didn't want to make eye contact, so I took quick glances at him every few seconds or so. When we are directly across from him on the sidewalk, about 10 feet away, I glance again. I notice that he also has a lip ring and an eyebrow ring. Once again, who would want to ruin their body in such a way?

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Claire was right about her car. It WAS a piece of junk. The paint was chipped, and the doors and bumper were dented and scratched. On the inside, the carpeted seats were tattered from being so old. I felt bad for her because she had to drive this, but hey, it got her from point A to point B.

Claire seemed to know her way around the area, so she got us to a Target in about 30 minutes. I bought some organization bins, a hamper, a shower caddy, bed sheets, and shampoo and soap, and other things along the lines of that. I purchased all this with the debit card my dad had given me last night. We said our goodbyes then, because he has to be at work really early and couldn't be home this morning.

After we left Target, we headed towards the mall. I wasn't really one who went along the lines of fashion. I usually wore my classic button up blouse, pencil skirt, and flats, but sometimes I would wear jeans. Many people made fun of me in highschool for dressing the way I did. I found pencil skirts very comfortable. Who cares if I looked like an office woman?

I decided to twist my wardrobe around a little bit for college. I bought some jeans in multiple styles, along with some plain shirts, such as some V-necks and some simple tops. I also bought a few more button ups, for the days I wanted to dress normally.

Claire and I were starving, so we decided to head to the food court. We stood in line at Chik Fil-A for about 30 minutes. The line was moving so slowly. I suddenly got the sensation that someone was watching me. I turned around and carefully scanned the area. My heart dropped into my stomach. The curly haired boy was sitting at a table, watching me. When he saw me look at him, he smirked, his pink lips forming the slightest grin. My eyes widened and I turned back around, it was about to be our turn.

We took our food and sat down at a small table. We made small talk about classes, and I found out that Claire was going to school to be a biology major. As we finished our meal, her phone started ringing. "I have to take this," she said, getting up and walking over to an emptier area so she could hear better.

I was finished with my food, so I decided I would get up and throw it away. When I turned back around from the trash can, a tall figure was looming not even a foot away from me. I slowly looked up. Oh no. No. It was the curly haired boy. My eyes widened in terror. He looked down at me and smirked. I didn't even come up to his shoulder, he was so much taller than me. I glanced at his tattooed arms, his pierced lip and eyebrow. His smirk grew wider when he realized what I was looking at.

"What's your name?" he asked me. His voice sent chills down my spine. His voice was raspy and deep, and he had a British accent. I was terrified at this point. Where was Claire? "Hello? I believe I asked you a question, darling." My spine tingled at the sound of him calling me darling. "B-Bradlynn..?" I told him. It came out more as a question than a statement, if that makes sense. He smiled. "Never heard that one before." I glanced around nervously and decided to try to escape his nerve-racking aura. I sidestepped and tried to go around him. I felt a cool hand gently grab my wrist. It was too gentle. I hated it. He pulled me backwards until I felt my back hit his chest. He bent his head down low, and his lips grazed my ear. My eyes widened as he nibbled gently. "I'm Harry," he whispered, his hot breath tickling my skin. I didn't like this. Not at all.

I pulled my wrist out of his grip and stalked away. Once I got back to the table, I was thankful when I saw Claire coming back to sit down. I looked back to where Harry and I had our encounter. He wasn't there any longer, but I somehow had the feeling that he was still watching me. I could just feel it.