-Brooklyn's POV-
"Brooke get up! Shut off that stupid alarm, god." Eleanor exclaims,shaking me. Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun and she has on her pjs which is a brown tank top and white fuzzy shorts.
You can tell she is half asleep.
"Uh," I groan and turn back over pulling the blankets tighter around my cold body.
"BROOKE TURN IT OFF!" She screams and I continue to ignore her. When I turn back over, which completely twists the blanket around me leaving me prisoner.
When I turn back over to inspect what she's doing, I find her grabbing my phone and trying to unlock it. She can't figure it out so she throws is across the room and it hits the wall.
Then I hear it boom against the ground and I freak out.
"Eleanor!!!!" I shout and quickly get out of the covers to check and see if my phone is broken.
"Ughh.Im getting dressed."She groans.
The thing is I don't have a case and that's wear Eleanor put her little table with a fish bowl on it. So I just hope that maybe the luck of the Irish can help me, and it not be in the fish bowl
It's pitch black and I can't see anything but I hear Eleanor whimper whenever she runs into the wall.
I find the stand up lamp, turn it on and light fills the room. I'm glad for that.
"No!!!" I scream when I realize my phone had landed in the fish bowl and has cracks all in the screen.
Well I'm screwed. Mums gonna kill me.
I take it out and wipe the water off on my shirt. Has anything ever happen to you like this?
***
A little bit later and I'm fully dressed and my make up is done.
My outfit is right black silk shorts that reach my mid thigh with a matching silk, black tuxedo jacket. My undershirt is a light gray. I have a necklace that is like a bunch of chains tied up in a knot. My shoes are some leather boots.
My Hair is curled and has a bump in the front.
I don't usually dress up but it's the first day of collage. Uh maybe I over did it....oh well.
I'll take my chances.
"Okay Brooklyn, it's 20 minutes till class starts and you might need time to find your first one." She pointed out.
"True." I roll my eyes for no apparent reason.
"Okay grab your bag, let's go." She smiles at me. I can't take her seriously, which is good. I grab my bag. my ph- never-mind, not my phone.
Urghhh. how can I survive without it?
***
"Okay class, today your-" the teacher spoke but I tuned her out of my head when I felt as if someone was staring at me. I was in the back so I had a nice view of the room.
Ah. The curly hair lad that was making out with that blonde girl.
I kindly smiled at him and he winked at me.
"Ms.Forman?" the teacher called me by my last name.
F*ck.
"Uh, yeah?" I asked directing my attention towards her and away from the curly haired lad.
"Will you run these down to the office?" She asked me with a piece of paper.
"Um...I don't know where it is." I said, embarrassed.
"I'll do it." The curly hair lad offered.
"Why don't you to go together so she will know where it is for next time." The teacher demanded sweetly, damn teachers.
"Uh, sure." I say and get up. I try to get the paper but the boy gets it first and gestures for me to follow him out the door.
Suddenly, after walking for a bit in silence, Harry pulls me into the janitors closet and pushes me up against a wall knocking something over on the shelves.
"What's your name?" he breaths on my neck, me shaking.
"Br- Brooklyn." I answered, my hormones raging out of my control. I hope he doesn't try anything, because he's so attractive that's it's going to be hard to say no.
"Mines Harry, Harry Styles." he answers.
He sucks on my neck, feeling around for my sweet spot until he finds it and I moan in response.
