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five

A/N: so glad this story is finally continuing. This one will definitely be finished.

Emma's POV:

*2 weeks later*

Monday morning comes too soon, the alarm blaring relentlessly into my eardrums. I slap at it repetitively until I finally hit the button that silences it's earsplitting wails.

It takes a lot of convincing from myself to drag my body out of the bed. Amanda is still sound asleep on the other side of the small room. How she managed to keep a slumber through that God awful alarm, I have no idea.

I'm as quiet as I can possibly be whilst I collect my things from around the room. I've thrown on nothing but an oversized sweater and some leggings. I've decided I won't be getting dressed in nice clothes on Mondays, simply because I'll be too tired.

Once I've checked and made sure I have everything with me, I exit the dorm, shutting it quietly.

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I make my way to the building my Creative Writing class is being held in. When I step in, I make the decision that I'll just sit in the first empty seat that looks decent enough.

Professor Parker enters the room, immediately getting down to business. I hold my breath when Harry comes in, five minutes late. "How nice of you to join us. You know that tardiness is not tolerated here, and I will not have it," Professor Parker states. "Yeah, whatever," Harry mutters. I look around the classroom, noticing all seats are taken, except for the one next to me.

Harry's eyes catch mine and he smirks as he makes his way to the seat. Jesus Christ, is this some sort of movie? I'll just be ignoring him.

"Today, we will do our first exercise. Your topic is home. Now, some of you have your own place, others are residents in the dorms here on campus. Wherever you live, I'd like you to write a short description of it," Professor Parker says as he paces. I make a note on the top of my journal to begin looking for an apartment.

The dorm is temporary until I can find an apartment that I find approved for living. It has to pass my inspection. My mother will be paying for it, as she pays for the dorm now. That's about all she does for me, pay for college and my living space. Everything else revolves around her. I'm very grateful for her insistence on paying because I wouldn't have been able to.

"Hi there sweetheart," Harry's rough voice sends chills down my spine. I keep my gaze locked on the front of the classroom. "So we're playing that game, huh?" I roll my eyes and continue listening.

I can't wait to get away from him. While becoming lost in my own thoughts, I decide that I'll go after this class ends to look at apartments. I want to get out of the dorms as soon as possible. I want my own shower and my own living space. I'm only planning on being in that dorm for three more weeks tops.

I can feel Harry's green eyes burning into me. I want so badly to make it stop. I shift awkwardly in my seat, beginning the assignment that I could have completed over the weekend since I was given a syllabus.

I want Harry to go away, but yet I want to know about him so badly. I am determined to figure him out, even if it takes attending numerous parties. I don't know why, but I will figure him out. There really isn't anything in it for me except for feeding my curiosity.

He has secrets. Dark secrets. I can tell and I want to know them. He continues whispering to me and I hush him, telling him that he has an assignment to complete. He scoffs, chewing on his pen.

"Emma," he whispers, poking my arm. What is this? Middle school? "Shhh," I hiss, shrugging him off. "Ems," he hums. "Don't call me that," I snap. "Why not, Ems?" he smirks. "You haven't earned the right."