Infatuation (h.s)

Seven

~Stella's pov~
I woke up to the irritatingly loud noise of my alarm.

"SHUT IT OFF" My roommate screamed, I rolled my eyes but let it beep for awhile longer just to annoy her.

"You have class anyways might as well get up." I remind her.

"Just because I have class doesn't mean I'm going now fuck off."

I went to roll off my bed and realized I was on the top bunk, so I hit the ground with a huge thud. I could already feel the huge bruises forming on my back and the ones from yesterday when I bumped into Harry worsening. I laid on the ground for a few minutes till the throbbing pain left my back, and then I got up.

I felt far too lazy to shower so I simply slipped on some ripped jeans, and a white tshirt. Not caring too much about my appearance, I put on a couple layers of mascara, and I shook out my hairs natural curls.  When I checked the time I once again only has 5 minutes to get to class. Clearly I would have an outstanding amount of late's this year due to the fact I couldn't even get there on time for my first week of school. I grabbed my leather messenger bag and ran out of the dorm, not wasting any more time.

When I walked into class the teacher gave me hard daggers.

"Ms. Homewood did we not speak about this last week, you aren't to be late to my class. I won't tolerate my students being late, you're in university not high-school. Take being on time to class more seriously, or you'll face a harsh reality." He scolded.

"Yes sir." I replied quietly and walked to my seat.

"Nice Stella, late again." Elsie whispered to me laughing silently.

"My names Stella Homewood and I'm late to just about everything." I whispered back and she just shook her head at me jokingly.

In writing today we were given our journals finally and a topic. We had to write about something that brought us joy. I immediately thought of Harry, so I began writing about him in my journal, not stopping to take a breath. I didn't have many things in my life that brought me happiness but Harry was certainly one of them, in fact I'm fairly glad I got shitfaced that night. Soon after I heard the bell signalling class was over.

"Okay so if you haven't finished writing your journal that's your homework. I want that done by tomorrow." the teacher announced to us.

Elsie and I left class together.

"So I think we're looking for apartments tonight if that's not too soon. When Peyton has an idea she wants it done immediately, she doesn't have much patience." Elsie told me.

"That's fine by me the sooner I get away from my roommate the better"

"Who's your roommate?" She asked.

"Some girl with red hair and a bunch of tattoos." I answered.

"Peyton roomed with her in her first year until she begged for a new roommate and they gave her one. She's awful I swear the girl will bite your head off if you even so much as say hi to her!" Elsie explained laughing.

"She had a fit and swore at me this morning because my alarm went off" I told her.

"We're defiantly talking about the same girl." she told me and we both laughed.

"I wonder if Harry will be an asshole today?"

"Most likely he will, he doesn't suddenly get nice. He's an asshole all day everyday."

"Wouldn't surprise me" I told her and she giggled.

I really like Elsie we've only been friends for one day and I'm moving in with her. Most people would think it's ridiculous to move in with someone after only knowing them for around a week but I hate my roommate and from what I've learned Elsie and Peyton are good people.