At Gunpoint

Chapter 6

"What do you mean, what did I told your aunt?"

"You know what I mean!" Stacy yelled at me and put a firm hand on her waist. Maybe I was being paranoid, but she genuinly looked like she was trying to set me on fire with her mind.

"I actually have no idea what you mean."

Tired and in pain I rubbed my eye where I could already feel the skin around it was starting to shift in blue. I must have looked sincerely confused, because Stacy let out an irritated sigh.

"Aunt Julie knows I haven't been attenting classes and no one besides you knows!"

I stared at her with giant eyes and felt my lips desperatly trying to form words to disperse the grey cloud hovering over our heads.

"B-but I haven't told her I don't even have her phone-"

"STOP APOLIGIZING!"

This time I had more time to prepare for the flying dictionary coming my way. With a quarter of an inch I avoided a hit that with the strength of Stacy's tennis playing-arms might as well could've been fatal. Maybe not, I had a tendency to be over dramatic, and on top of that I was completely lost in context. I was so confused my brain couldn't even find a starting point. Stop apologizing? Had I even begun to? Strangely I had never noticed her tendency to always throw things. With no further attempts to "apologize," which was apperantly what I had been trying to do according to my fireball for a room mate, I was out the door and locked it behind me. Relieved I had escaped out of Stacy's grip, I sunk down to the floor with my back towards the door, giving myself a chance to catch my breath. My hand was clenched tightly around something hard. The muscles in my fingers seemed close to frozen around the object, and I had to use my other hand to bend them up. In my hand a pack of gum was laughing me in the face. Out of the useful things I could've grabbed my reflexes decided some gum was the best way to go. I laugh-cried dejected at myself and closed my hand around the blue square cardboard box. Unfornutaly my brain hadn't gotten very far in planning ahead, and had neglected the fact that as well as the door was lockable from the outside, it was even easier the unlock from Stacy's end. Within two seconds the door flew open and I tumbled backwards with a breackneck speed, the threshold and my back merging so hard every ounce of air leeft my lungs abruptly. For a second I was facing the deadliest pair of brown eyes I'd ever seen. Faster than lighting I was back up on my feet, fleeing at a ridiculous speed from my room mate and my dorm.

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"Grass or marble? Grass or marble..." I mumbled to myself as I scanned campus for a spot to sleep. Grass is damp, marble is hard, I debated with myself. All of a sudden, another option seeked its way into my brain. I spun around 180 degrees and started my walk towards to towering twin buildings by the left end of campus.

A familiar song playing softly in the breeze told me which window was my target. A dark green ivy reached for the sky, despite the firm support of the stone wall it had to lean on, the branches looked like they were about to slouch just from my stare from 10 feet away. I decided to put my worries elsewhere and give them a chance. With a feeling of putting both my weight and life in the arms of the ivy, I put one hand and one foot after the other while gradually moving up and further away from the ground. Also coming with a higher fall and more damage, I muttered. After what felt like longer than a lifetime my hand reached the window sill and gave me a chance to pull myself up and abandon Mother Nature's arbitrary help. What I had pictured would be a graceful landing abruptly turned into a non held together somersault with the big finish of knocking over a lamp with my head. Rubbing my scalp trying to prevent an oncoming headache from the hit, somehow I had managed to miss the tall shadow on the wall opposite of me. The sound of water dripplets died down and a siluette became visible from around a corner of a room with the door open from the water related sounds I quickly assumed was the bathroom. The shadow grew taller and came closer. Like woken up from a trance I blinked a few times and moved my glare from the shadow to what was creating it in the first place.

"I was gonna throw that out anyway."

In front of me stood Harry, wet curls starting to take form around his pale, glowing face. In nothing but a towel hanging around his waist, looking as confused as ever.