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Part-time violinist and full-time procrastinator, Jackie Picot, has a total of five problems after only the first week of starting Battersea, University of London.
1) Her flatmate keeps having sex with a bloke Jackie knows will eventuall...
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MOVEMENT.
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"Alright," Harry grinned, standing a fair distance away from Jackie. "Throw it."
"I feel disgusting just holding this." Jackie grimaced before she threw the raspberry in the direction of Harry's mouth. It hit his chin and he groaned.
"Aim for the mouth, baby."
"Just be happy I'm even throwing raspberries at your face in the first place." She huffed, picking another one out of the container and hauling it at him again.
This time he bent his knees just right, opened his mouth just wide enough, and caught the raspberry perfectly. Throwing his arms over his head, Harry howled to celebrate his small victory. Jackie rolled her eyes, but watched as he made his way over and plopped down on the picnic blanket beside her. He swallowed the raspberry and opened his mouth again, looking at her.
"Feed me."
"No."
"You're just going to let me starve then?"
"I'm going to make you feed yourself." Jackie shoved a cocktail sausage roll into her mouth, looking around Clapham Common. The sun beamed down on London that day, making it both impossible to be in the sun or to be inside your house, so the two sat in the cool shade of a tree. Though England was known for its cold weather and constant rain, summer could be quite nice. On that particular day a week prior, Jackie and Harry had woken up in Jackie's bed. Spooning, she slept on his outstretched arm, while his other was wrapped around her waist. She had woken up to him kissing his way from her shoulder and all the way down to the tip of her jaw. They had just laid there for a bit, not really wanting to move, liking the feeling of their bodies puzzle pieced together like this. Harry had traced endless lines on her tummy, the butterflies inside it following his fingers wherever they roamed.
This had been their lives a few weeks this summer. Harry would be in Manchester for a bit, Jackie would be in Hawkley, and then they'd been in London together for a week and some. Since Harry had moved out of his house in Alfriston Road, they had basically lived at Jackie's, being there all by themselves the whole time. She had helped him move out of his house and pack into his BMW in June so he could drive his stuff back to Manchester for the year. Since Harry, Sai and Wade – all European Legal Studies students - were moving to Paris and living there, the boys had to move out of their four-bedroom house. Even though Finn loved getting to know people, he didn't fancy moving in with new flatmates, so for his last year he moved into a tiny flat on his own. The girls would've offered him their spare room if Tiana hadn't already been talking to a girl for her to move in with them, but Finn didn't mind living on his own. He said he'd just spend a lot of time at theirs when he felt lonely, which the girls were all very okay with.
