Antisocial [h.s]

[one]

My hair flew around me as I raced to my first class, only wanting to be in the back of the room and observing the lecture on my first day of university.

Out of nowhere, a lad ran in front of me and my board jerked and I went flying into him and he somehow managed to catch me and hold me in the way a girl would be dipped in a dance. My heart raced at the physical contact and I scrambled to get standing, refusing to look at the face of the stranger.

"I-I am really sorry, I-I um, my-my board k-kinda just-"

"It's okay, love, no harm done," his voice was gentle and I nodded, allowing my bangs to fall in my face as I crouched down to pick up my board and discarded things. "I don't recall ever seeing you around here, first year?" I nodded slightly as I held all of my things in my arms, standing up fully but my posture slouched as I walked away. "Hey," the boy called, jogging to catch up with me. "My name is Harry, Harry Styles. What's your name?"

"B-Blake C-Cullen," I mumbled uncomfortably.

"Well, Blake Cullen, how about I be your guide?" He offered, easily keeping up with my pace with his long legs.

"I-I'm fine, I-I know wh-where I'm going, thanks," my fingers were twitching anxiously as he continued to walk with me. "I-I don't mean to-to be rude but c-can you please leave?"

"Okay, I'll go, sorry for making you uncomfortable," he apologized before he left and I finally felt like I could breathe again.

When I'm around people or when I'm being spoken to it feels like I have cinder blocks on my chest, weighing me down and crushing my lungs and heart. My aunt has been begging me to get help, she has been since she allowed me to stay with her and my uncle.

I shook my feelings away and dropped my board onto the floor, placing one foot on it whilst I returned my items into my bag and then I started skating again at a slower pace, finding my way to my class. The lecture hall was empty and I'd never been more grateful, well I have, but I like being alone.

I'd sort of consider myself an introvert, I do enjoy being alone, but it does sadden me from time to time. My roommate is a social butterfly whereas I remain a skittish little girl. Perrie seemed really nice, but having a conversation with someone frightened me more than it should so I wouldn't be able to befriend her, I was barely capable of telling her my name.

I sighed and approached a seat in the furthest corner on the right. I decided to text my aunt since the professor wasn't even here yet, nor the students.

I unlocked my phone and went to my messages, clicking on the one and only conversation.

To: auntie karen

I have managed to survive getting to class, wish me luck. I love you

I placed my phone face down on the desk as I prepared my things for class.

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"Hey Blake," Perrie greeted, noticing my body sitting on my bed. "How was your first day?"

"I-It-It was fine. H-How was yours?" I stammered, nervously twiddling my fingers.

"It was good. Listen, a couple of my friends will be stopping by and we're gonna go out for dinner to celebrate getting through the first day back at school, wanna join?" She offered kindly.

"Um, I-no th-thanks, I was just going to-to study or watch Netflix," I declined and she frowned.

"Blake, why don't you like people? I met you two days ago and you've only left the room for food and class," she said in a complaining tone and I know she meant well.