The next morning I woke up extra early to get ready for my first day of college. I was nervous. Actually nervous wasn't even close to what I was feeling. I was more scared. What if I make a fool of myself? What if I get lost? No, I needed to stay calm. I always over react, I was going to do great. As soon as I got out the shower I went to go get dressed. It was kind of chilly here in New York but I loved it. I put on some leggings, with a big white sweater and some brown boots. I brushed out my curly hair and let it dry for a little while I got my bag ready. As soon as I finished putting me phone in my bag I took my beanie and put in on and was out the door. I locked my apartment and started walking to the subway so I can make it early. i don't know why but I have this obsession where if I don't know where something is I always have to leave earlier than usual. As soon as I sat down on the train I looked up at the signs. I felt a body near me but it's the subway so it was normal. I didn't think to much about it and just waited for my stop to come. As soon as my stop came up I got up and made my way quickly to the stairs. I had enough time to get a smoothie from the local cafe shop. As I went into the shop I felt eyes on me. I'm not a very shy girl I just don't like being watching all the time considering my past. I went up to the counter and ordered my strawberry-banana smoothing. I waited for them to make it but as I was in line I felt a few pairs of eyes staring at me still. When I went to turn around I see this guy and his group of friends all looking at me. I wasn't scared I just didn't know how to react. As the lady called me up to get my drink I thank her and left. I still felt being looked at so I took once last glance at the guys and saw the curly haired one staring at me with a little smirk, I quickly looked away and kept walking.
As in approached my building my first class was in I was starting to get nervous. I needed to chill out. I opened the door and got in and noticed there was no one there. I was only 15 mins early so I guess that's okay. I took out my phone and started playing a game. I heard the front door open after 5 mins of sitting in silence. I would of have looked up but I didn't wanna loose my game so I kept staring at my phone. the person sat 1 seat behind me. I wanted to look back but I couldn't get myself too. sooner or later more people started to come in, and after 10 mins the professor came in. I was smiling until I saw the guys from the cafe walk in. They were smiling at someone behind me but I didn't wanna look cause I had a feeling I knew who it was. so I just stared straight ahead. When the bell finally rang the teacher introduced himself. He gave us the syllabus and we started getting right to work. This class was journalism so it had to be one of my favorite since I'm so good at writing. The teacher gave us the last 10 mins to do what we want. but I just sat there. until I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around. it was this girl, and from the looks of it she didn't know who to talk to so I said a quick "hello." I can tell she wasn't a talker to I smiled once more and turned around. Why did she tap my shoulder if she wasn't going to talk to me? It was weird. When it was time to leave I got up and headed for the door, I fixed my hair a little and looked in my bag for my schedule. I believed I had American lit but I just wanted to check. I looked and found my schedule and it said just that. so putting it away I started heading towards my next class. It was fairly close, when I walked in my professor greeted us. But what I didn't expect was to see the curly haired guy from the cafe here. Is he following me? I sat down in the front row. I felt a gush of wind on my neck and when I went to turn around he was there right in front of me. and the first thing his raspy voice said while smirking a little and sticking out his hand was... "Harry." I didn't know what do to so I just shook his hand and said "Hi" a little shyly. i think he wanted my name but I couldn't give it for some reason. I just stared at him dumb founded at why he was talking to me. When the professor cleared her throat and that's when I got back to my senses and turned to face forward.
This was going to be a long year..
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RandomAshley finally left her bad childhood behind. She finally feels like she can breath. Only she can't. She's still traumatized by everything. Will Harry make it worse or better for her?