Wonderwall

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•Wonderwall•

"Your eyes are so intimidating,
my heart is pounding but it's just a conversation.

No girl I'm not gonna waste it, you don't know me, I don't know you, but I want to"
-Take your time

—R o s e

Stumbling hurriedly into the hallways catching my breath, I was running late to lecture —per usual.

This was the problem of not living in a normal college dorm like an average student. I had a residence of my own located not too far from my college but still, I found myself always rushing in the early mornings.

The concept of staying in a dorm didn't quite excite me—it was rather some far from what I desired. I craved independency, wanting to be settle on my own for I was nineteen which meant I was able to be responsible or so I hoped.

"Fuck" I cursed under my breath as the time came in my vision, hitting me with realization that I was in fact now ten minutes late

Even though college was stressful at times, I still enjoyed every drip of my major—journalism. It was a passion that blossomed gradually the more I grew up and practiced it.

It was an escape.

"Late again?" a low chuckle escaped from me, gaining my attention as I turned around coming with a face I knew somewhat by now. This face belonged to the one and only, Grayson Dolan.

If looks can kill, this guy would have murdered half of the population by now.

"Yeah" I nodded at him, displaying a weak smile as I already felt intimidated by his intense gaze. We weren't much of friends, but we weren't necessarily strangers.

He stood there leaning against the walls of the spacious hallways, folding his arms together as he shook his head "good luck"

Without a single glance behind, he turned around walking off eventually leaving me alone. He was probably heading to class from what I assumed, I didn't know much but I knew he was an art student.

His talent was pretty known to everyone on campus. He wasn't that popular but more given recognition and constant feedback on the major that he supposedly knew how to do best.

This was the case between me and Grayson; we never really talked prop—like ever. Again, we weren't really friends but preferably acquaintances 

Ever so often, girl groups would talk about him, swoon and drool over him like hungry animals; even sometimes try too hard to grab his attention or interest.

They all wanted a piece of this man, even though he barely showed further interest in anybody, but that didn't stop the public eye around to try shooting their shot sometimes.

But then again, it wasn't too much of a surprise. On the contrary, it was very much understandable— he was in all of his glory, an indeed a beautiful human being.

God took his time on him.

Apart from looks, his own art always seemed to  grab everyone's attention gravitating them more into him also, letting endless gushes leave the professor's mouths.