I was interrupted by someone carelessly walking by, almost hitting me in the face with a black and white Van's backpack.
"it's impolite to stare", he said when he was already a step behind the table I was sitting at, leaving me with an open mouth.
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Waking up, I wasn't in the best mood because I would have maths today. And that meant that I was going to see him.
When I and Zayn came into the room, he was already sitting there, speaking to someone, and giving them a smile. A beautiful smile that made his eyes sparkle and made tiny wrinkles around his eyes. I couldn't help but wonder why he hated me so much, when he apparently could also be nice.
During the lecture, I couldn't help but look at him from time to time. He was sitting diagonally behind me, so that, if I just tilted my head a tiny little bit, I could perfectly see him. Sometimes our eyes met, and I hastily looked away again, probably blushing, and feeling embarrassed that he caught me checking him out. But, on the other hand, our eyes wouldn't have met if he hadn't looked at me too... I just hoped he had checked that I wasn't blushing because of him, but because I always did.
Pay attention, you can't afford not listening to the teacher, especially in maths! I told myself and took a deep breath, then concentrated on the lecture. In the end, I felt like I had understood a bit more, although that wasn't going to help anything as the subject was too complex for me to understand in general. I've always been better with practical things, for example I've been quite good at wood tech.
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When I was done with Uni on Wednesday, I went back to my room, sat on the bed closed my eyes. Tuesday had been torture, it was my longest day, and we got more and more homework and had to prepare presentations and so on. Sure, it wasn't all too stressful, but I still had to get used to everything and it could be quite overwhelming, so many new things in just a week.
And then this boy who wanted to talk to me today... I was walking over the campus when he came up to me.
"Hi Harry", he greeted me, smiling. He had blond, short hair and dark brown eyes. He also looked way older than me, maybe he was already in his third or fourth year?
I didn't recognize him, I was almost sure I had never talked to him before, so who was he and why did he know my name?
He could probably read my thoughts from my face. "I'm Lucas", he smiled. He didn't really look nice, I must admit.
"Um, Hello, Lucas" I was still looking at him in confusion.
"We danced together at the party, don't you remember?"
"N-no, sorry. I'm afraid I was too intoxicated to- "
"That's fine, Harry! I don't care. Although I probably have to work on my kissing skills, I mean if you don't remember that kiss- "
