Chapter 8

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After walking around the mall for a few hours and grabbing cheese fries and 2 lacy bras, we were walking back to the car when I noticed how pretty the city looked. I put a quarter into the binocular things and looked over the city. It was absolutely magnificent.

"It's cool huh?" Rya says noticing how my eyes were lighting up looking at all the buildings. I nod my head till the screen goes black and I turn around.

"Do you live here?" I ask her as we continue walking "no I live in Paris actually" she says and laughs a bit. "Really?! I never would've guessed!" I say completely shocked "say something in French!" I say laughing "bonjour, j'mapelle Rya est j'adore noir" she says. I know what she said so I think she lied about France.

When we get back to the room I realize harry left his sweater here the today. I tell Rya I'm gonna go return it and she nods her head putting her headphones in.

I walk down to his room and knock on his door. He doesn't answer so he must be asleep. I instantly feel bad so I turn around and walk away.

"Mari!" Harry says opening the door. "Oh hey your forgot your sweater at my dorm today" I say handing him it. "Do you want to come in?" He asks shaking his hair yet once again. "Uh Ya sure" I say stepping in.

His room is actually neat and looks very similar to Ryas side of the room. "Wanna watch a movie?" He asks and looks nervous. I don't see a reason to be nervous were just friends. I think?

I sit down on his bed and he clicks the heat. I've seen it once before with Mikenna but I wasn't really paying attention.

I watch the movie closely and I look over during the movie and notice he's watching me watch the movie. After the movies over I say good bye and go back to the dorm.

When I get back Rya looks up at me "wow you were gone long" she laughs. "Oh Ya, he asked me to watch a movie with him" I say putting my pyjamas on. "Oh" she says and puts her laptop away.

"Do you think he likes me?" I ask her before turning the lights off "he's never liked anyone, i don't know" she says and I get into bed.

Whatever, I don't like him so I doesn't matter.

But I think I do a bit. I mean he is very attractive and nice. But i don't know.

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