The driver rolls down the window and reveals his face. He's this mysterious muscular guy who has two piercings on his bottom lip and a bunch of tattoos running up both of his arms and all around his neck. His hair is dark brown with bouncy curl and his eyes are green.
"Are you going to hop in or what?" The guy asked impatiently. I realized that I was standing outside of his car and staring at him.
"Oh, s-sorry." I timidly make my way towards his car. I get in and close the door. We sit there in complete silence. I can feel the strangers eyes on me and I start to grow uncomfortable. I wait for him to look away but he won't stop staring at me. I turn my head to look at him and he breaks his gaze from me and starts driving.
"Hi, I'm Annika." I finally say.
"Harry." He says without looking at me. He has a British accent; it is very slow and deep. It's actually very sexy.
"So where do you need a ride too?" Harry asks.
"UCLA," I say.
"You go to UCLA?" He seems surprised.
"Yeah."
"So do i," he says.
"Really?" I ask. "Are you you a senior?"
"No, I'm a sophomore." He answers.
"Oh, me too," I say.
It's strange how he's a sophomore. I would have thought he was a senior. He looks much older.
We rode in silence the rest of the way. My eyes were wondering to avoid eye contact with him.
He pulled into our university.
"Okay, just go straight and then make the first left."
Harry stops the car in front of my dorm room.
"Thank you," I say as I get out of his car. He doesn't say anything back. "See you around I guess," I say. "Hopefully not," I hear him mumble under his breath. I slam the door to his car.
What the fuck?
Why would he say that?
I start walking upstairs to my room. When I open the door to my room I have to shield my eyes because what I'm seeing right now is very disturbing.
