Protect Me

Music note

I grab my pajamas and head to the bathroom. I turn on the hot water and strip from my dirty clothes hopping into the steaming water.

After I get done, I brush my teeth and wash my face, putting my wet hair in a braid.

I didn't eat dinner because, well, I don't know, I wasn't really hungry. Alice still isn't back yet, it's been two hours. hmm. I really hope she isn't the I-get-drunk-and-bring-random-guys-back-to-my-dorm-to-have-sex-with kind of partyer. I don't mind parties, just I hate those kind of girls, also known as, sluts.

I grab my handbook and turn to the first page, just to see what curfew is. It says we have to be back on campus by 10:00. Huh, that's pretty late, I was expecting like 8:00. cool.

I put the handbook on my dresser and my phone buzzes.

*from Harry to Parker

I can't sleep, u still awake??*

*from Parker to Harry

Always. ;)*

My phone then rings and it's Harry.

"Hey Hazz" I say

"I feel like a zombie, I want you back here so I can stop worrying." my hearts thumps. Awwww.

"Awe, haha, poor lil Harry." I laugh.

"You should get a tat." he says, out of the blue.

"Why?" I ask

"They're interesting, you can learn a lot about a person by their tattoos." he explains.

"Hmm sounds like a reasonable argument, I've always wanted a tattoo." I say.

"What would you get?" he asks.

"A music note on my collar bone." I say.

"Why?"

"I used to play guitar."

"Why'd you stop?"

"My dad died." I say plainly, not really wanting to talk about it.

"I think you start up again. I play." he states.

"I don't really remember anything and I-"

"I'll bring mine next weekend." he interrupts me.

"No, no you don't have to-"

"I want to hear you play." he says shyly.

"I'm not very good." I say

"I think you are."

"You've never heard me."

"I can tell."

After other little bickerings and joking around, Harry falls asleep, so I hang up, and do the same.

I wake up and see that it's 9:57. Wooh, I was tired. There's no classes today so everyone can get settled in and see where everything is. For which I'm thankful.

I turn to see Alice's empty bed. Its still made and her backpack is still on it, just as it was before she left. Okay then...

I take out my hair and redo it. I brush my teeth and wash my face. I get dressed into Jean shorts and a white crop top that says 'Hola'. I then grab my key and food card and head downstairs to the cafeteria.

The thing about the food card is, it's not really money, it's kind of like play college money/ ID type thing. But you can only use it three times a day. Weird, yet very clever. I hope the food here is ok.

I walk into the cafeteria and there's lots of people. But the food smells good.

I grab a tray and take a banana, a slice of bacon, two pancakes, done eggs, and a muffin and milk. As I slide my food card and look for a seat someone nudges me.

"Hi I'm Jean." she says.

"Oh, hi I'm Parker. Im a freshman."

"Me too, wanna sit with me? I haven't made any friends yet, my roommate never showed up." she laughs as we take a seat at the nearest empty table.

"My roommate went to some party and never came back." I say.

"Oh, so what room you in? she asks me.

"112, third floor." I say taking my banana.

"Oh cool! I'm 113!" she says excitedly.

"Yay!" We laugh and chat until we finish our breakfast.

"So what are you planning to do today?" I ask her.

"Nothing really, I wanted to go get some last minute things, but I don't have a car yet."

"Oh, I can take you, I have a rental until next weekend. My mom and boyfriend are driving over to spend the weekend and to drop off my car." her eyes light up.

"Really? Cool thanks!" she beams clapping her hands making her blonde wavy hair bounce.

"Anytime"

"So what kind of car do you have, your car not the rental." she asks while we walk to our rooms.

"Yellow volx wagon beetle." I say.

"Really? Are you joking?" she smiles

"No"

"I have a red one, just not here. My dad is having his driver drive it over two weeks from now."

"Haha! wow, cool." I say, "Wait, driver?"

"My mom and dad got divorced and he married a rich girl, he's a rich snob and my mom moved to canada to get away from him. He takes care of me." she rolls her eyes.

"Oh." my mouth forms an 'o' shape.

"When do you wanna go to the store?" I ask her when we arrive at our rooms. Its nice having a neighbor as your friend.

"How bout, 11? I wanna call my parents." she says. It's 10:30 so 11 gives me half an hour too, to call my mom and Harry.

"Ok sounds good." I say and open my door, still no Alice.

A/N

Holly Fact: I love Brussels spouts.