That Saturday Night

Chapter 1.

As I'm running down the stairs I try to get my stupid socks on my feet. I guess it's my lucky day because as I'm about to get my last sock on, I slip and fall down the stairs, hitting my face against the wooden floor.

I sit up and feel with my hand if there's any blood under my nose, I look at my hand and there's a lot of it. I stand up and walk to the bathroom to plug my nose with some cotton. Right after there's a beep from my phone. I grab my phone from my pocket, luckily it's not broken. I see a message from my best friend.

*I'm outside, hurry up.* The message says.

*I'll be out in a few minutes* I text back.

I brush my teeth, grab a granola bar and collect my things. I almost forget my keys but I remember to get them right before I head to the door. When I get outside I see Harry waiting in his car. I carefully run down the four steps from the front porch. I open the door and get inside. It's our second week in college today.

I think he notices the cottons in my nose because his face expression says he's confused. Just as he's about to say something I interrupt him. "I don't recommend anyone to put their socks on at the same time they're walking down the stairs." He only laughs and starts the engine.

When we get to school we head to our lockers. We have them next to each other which is great if you ask me. Some girls would do anything to have their lockers next to his. I mean just look at him. Maybe it's weird to say but my best friend is really hot. He has curly brown hair, green eyes that you can get lost in, dimples that are deeper than my ass, a jawline that's sharper than a knife, I wouldn't be surprised if he could cut brick with it. Then there's his thick British accent and what makes it even better is his calm, raspy voice that everybody loves. Did I mention his.. I'm interrupted by Harry snapping his fingers.

"Earth to Quinn. What's going on with you?" He says with a dimpled smile. Oh those dimples.

"Nothing, I was just thinking"

"About..?" He kneels down a bit to be at my level because he's way more taller than me.

"Nothing important" I lie and look away from his intense gaze.

"Okay... Well we should head to class, or we're gonna be late" He says and shuts his locker. I do the same and follow him down the hall. We find our seats and I see that Mila isn't here yet. That's weird because she's usually early to class.

As I'm about to ask Harry if he knows where she is, she walks in. She takes her seat on my right side, Harry sits on my left. "Where were you?" I ask her. She looks at me and then looks away. What's up with her?

I look at Harry and he just shrug his shoulders. The professor walks in and begins the class.

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After class me and Harry head to our lockers. I didn't get the chance to talk to Mila because she practically ran out of the classroom right after the bell went off. I really don't know what's up with her. Something must have happened, right? Anyway the class was boring as per usual.

"Should I try speaking with her again" I ask Harry after closing my locker.

"I think you should give her some space. But don't take it personal, Quinn. When she's ready she'll come to you." He says and closes his locker as well.

"Okay, you're right." I say

"I'm always right, aren't I?" He says and laughs, I join him.

"Nice try buddy, but no." I say and he pouts. He's such a baby but I still love him, as in being my best friend of course.

Harry interrupt me from my thoughts, "What's your next class?"

"Um.. history I presume, you?"

"Biology. Wanna have lunch with me afterwards?" He asks and I answer him with a nod. "Alright, see you later"

I head to history and I see Mila walking in front of me . I really want to talk to her but I should listen to Harry, I should give her some space. I get into class and take my seat.

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