My Hero

The struggles of the past have become the struggles of the present.
Luke is... Luke and Serena couldn't be more confused.


15. Professors and New Dates

My first journalism class started at 10 the next morning.  People usually hold off their classes for about a week, but I decided to get ahead due to the fact I am still a little undecided.  

I was completely reluctant to get out of bed, but I did anyway. I pulled on a plain white shirt with some jeans then threw on a scarf to look like I tried at least a little bit. My professor wasn't there when I walked in which was strange to me. I figured I was running late. I searched the room diligently for a clock and realized I was in fact 15 minutes early. 
Why'd I make myself rush this morning? A slight ache started to throb in my temple, so instead of organizing my notes I gently laid my head on the desk, relaxing a little before a small lecture.

About 10 more students walked into the classroom and I realized I was now associated as one of the kids who get ahead on everything and all their focus is on their grades and their studies when in reality I'm just undecided.

"So you guys want to learn about journalism, huh?" The professor woke me up instantly with his bold voice walking through the doorway. "Let me tell you it's not easy. You need three qualities creativity, patience, and a story. If you don't have any of those things this isn't a class for you." He scanned the room then his eyes landed on me. "Well aren't you inspiring a story." He exclaimed. "Come stand up here with me." I did as told and slowly stood up by him keeping a neutral expression. "Everyone please take a look at-." 

"Serena gave us the perfect topic for our first article. I want you all by the end of the week submit an article about underage drinking. The effects, the atmosphere, and well the aftermath." My cheeks turned pink and I couldn't help but clench and unclench my jaw. What nerve did he have for calling this out in front of a class. "This should be easy for you." He whispered into my ear as I left to sit back down.

I didn't want to even think about starting an article so I didn't. I stared at a blank screen until a noise arose from beside me. "Tough professor, huh?" He said almost mocking him. "Harry?" I raised an eyebrow. "Why are you even in this class? And a week before you're even required to be here."

"I heard someone was interested in some journaling so I decided why not see why you're made of, Princess."

"You're not interested at all? You realize you're just wasting your time."

"Oh I'm interested. Just not in the class." He shot a wink then smirked and walked out the class door. My first class was over. I didn't show up for anymore. I was to tired to even focus let alone stay awake without a small power nap.

Taylor sat on her bed when I walked in staring at the same spot on the ground. "How was your class?" She groaned when I walked in rather loudly. 
"Awful. My journalism professor called me out in front of the whole class and pointed out that I in fact was under age drinking the night before class."

"Wait Professor Carter?" She asked. 
I nodded confused.

"I hear a lot about him. Great teacher, a little on the jerk side, but young and stunning."

She was right for a professor he was quite attractive but being a ass doesn't make up for it.

"I'm going to shower." She said while standing up. "Get some rest and we can do something later tonight." I nodded and tucked into my tiny dorm bed.

There was a pounding at the door that for a moment I imagined as my head. "I'm coming. I'm coming." I almost yelled due to the continuous noise that wouldn't stop.

"You ready?" Harry smiled when I opened the door.

"Seriously what are you doing here and how did you know this was my room?"
I rolled my eyes out of frustration for my lack of sleep.

"Taylor said you'd be here. We're going out. So go put on something hot." I didn't argue, I just agreed. I wore so black skinny jeans with holes down the front and a tight white crop top.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." I walked back in the room to him sitting quietly on my bed. He took two steps to get to me and pinned me against the closest wall. "I could kiss you right now."

My breathing speed up and all too fast he backed away. "Let's go." He spoke then held his bottom lip in between his set of teeth.

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