Harry's POV
"Harry! Wake up! You cannot and will not be late for school!"
I cover my head with my pillow as I hear my sister Gemma stomping into my room.
"Get up!" She yells, yanking the covers from my half naked body.
I try to pull it back but fail miserably.
"I'm too tired. Can't. Get. Up," i grouchily mumble.
"No time for excuses, Harold. You have to get up! Mum is downstairs cooking you breakfast so you better get your lazy arse out of bed."
I turn on my side and glare at Gemma. "Fine."
I clumsily walk to the bathroom next to my bedroom and turn on the shower.
I don't even want to go to fucking college.
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I fly down the stairs, taking two steps at a time.
"Morning, Mum." I kiss her cheek and take a seat next to Gemma at the table.
"Have a nice sleep?" Mum asks as she pours some juice into a glass cup and hands it to me.
"Yeah, until Gemma started to yell in my ear." I roll my eyes.
"If I wouldn't have, you would have missed your first day of college. Education is important, Harry."
"Yeah, yeah. I get that. But school isn't. There's a difference."
Gemma and I eat in silence while Mum reads the morning paper.
"Do you need gas money?" Mum asks, breaking the silence.
"No, I'm okay for now." I lazily respond, pushing around the eggs on my plate.
"I've got to go. Gonna pick up Cam and take her to school."
I grab a pencil from Gemma's backpack, stick it in the back pocket of my black ripped skinny jeans and head towards the door.
"Have a good day, Honey." Mum kisses my forehead and hands me my car keys.
I nod and hurry outside.
Why does she still treat me like I'm five? Gosh, I hate it.
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"Hey," Cam says as she gets in the passenger seat of my car.
"Hi, baby." I lean over and kiss her nose, earning a cute giggle from her.
Even though she's only 17 and I'm 21, she's still pretty fucking adorable.
I hold her tiny hand in mine as I drive her to the high school.
"Nervous?" I ask.
"A little bit."
"Why? You'll do fine." I give her hand a reassuring squeeze.
"The new program that's set up for this year is so confusing. I'm going to do horrible in my new classes." She lays her head on my shoulder.
"You'll be okay, Camz. I love you. I'll pick you up later, okay?" I say as I pull up to her school.
"I love you more. Thank you." She gives me a long kiss and then heads for the building entrance.
She looks back at me and gives me an unsure smile. I wave at her then drive off.
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Once I arrive at UCLA, there aren't any damn parking spots.
That's one of the many reasons why I hate California. There's always a bunch of people.
As I reverse into a different lane, I feel something bump into my car.
"My god!" I hear a girl yell.
I panic and hurry out of the vehicle.
"Are you all right?" I ask, scanning the girl's body.
She just stares at me, her long, brown hair over her shoulders.
She mumbles something under her breath then walks away.
I stand there for a good two minutes until I hear a honk behind me.
I turn around and someone is trying to get around me.
I scramble to my car and let them pass.
After ten minutes of searching, I finally find a parking spot.
When I walk into my first class, World Religion, I immediately spot some familiar faces.
1. My best friend Chaz.
2. My buddy Mike.
3. A girl I fucked named um.. Sara?
4. The girl I almost ran over.
I find my way to a seat next to Chaz and Mike and told them about Cam and how I almost ran over that chick.
They laughed, so I guess it was pretty funny.
Every time I'd look over at the girl, she'd already be staring.
Creepy much?
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Mr. Spears dismisses us and I bolt out of the room.
"Hey," I say, tapping that girl's arm.
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