"I'm so full" I said as Dylan and I walked into the lobby coming back from dinner that night.
"I needa take a shit" Dylan replied as we both started laughing loudly at the fact she said that in public. I didn't even notice the figure standing right in front of me as I crashed into the tall person making his papers fall to the ground.
"I'm so sorry!" I squealed as I bent down to pick the papers up. As I abruptly gathered them together and stood up I noticed the face and kind of just stared at him in silence for a moment. It was that boy.
"I..I...here!" I said as I handed him his papers as I secretly shoved one of them in my back pocket. He didn't say a word this whole time. He just stood there staring at me with a blank expression on his face. I hesitated after he took the papers but knew I should say something.
"I'm Kat" I said politely as I put my hand out assuming him to shake it. But he just looked down at my hand and then looked back up at me as his eyebrows went down slightly. I pulled my hand back in awkwardly.
"Me and my friend are in room 213 if you ever need anything. Um..have a nice night!" I said politely before walking away with Dylan. She just stood on the side watching this whole awkward encounter.
"Well that went well" Dylan sarcastically stated.
"Maybe he's just shy" I replied as I unlocked the door to our room.
"Or maybe he doesn't like people..like Mrs. Dabny said" she snapped back at me.
"Don't assume. You don't even know him" I slid out the paper I had secretly put in my pocket.
"Um...I'll be right back" I mumbled.
"Kat!" she shouted as she snatched the paper from my hand. "You really took his paper just so you could go bring it to him huh you little creep"
"Im not a creep!" I shouted back. "I'm just interested"
"Time traveling?" she questioned as she read the title of the web page that had been printed out. She looked up at me giving me that "really?" face.
"You're the one who's the creep" I mumbled as I snatched the paper back and walked out the door.
"How will I ever find his room" I thought to myself as I walked down the hall. I started fiddling with the paper as I thought to myself. Suddenly I could see an abrupt quick movement from the corner of my eye and soon a loud slam from a door. I shot my head up after the door had been slammed. Studying the door I noticed I hadn't known who lived in this room, and since I know almost everyone here, I decided to try that room. I suspiciously creeped over to the door and thought of what to say before opening it. Hesitating a bit, I finally got the nerve to pound two quiet knocks on the door. It was about 10 seconds before the door was opened slowly. The room seemed dark, I could barely even see anyone opening the door. I looked up the tall figure noticing it was indeed the right room.
He didn't say anything. Just stood there staring at me with slanted eyebrows.
"Hi..I...noticed you forgot this...on..on the floor" I stuttered as I handed him the paper. He had a strong grip as he tugged the paper from my hand. He just continued to stare into my eyes, not moving one bit.
"I just-" I could barely start my sentence before being interrupted.
"Do I know you?" he finally spoke up with a deep raspy British accent.
"No..I'm just trying to be friendly and-"
"I'm Harry" he interrupted again.
"Well nice to meet you" I smiled. "My room is right across over there" I pointed "if you ever need anything"
"Thanks." he replied. The whole time he was just staring at me with a blank expression but slightly slanted eyebrows. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what he was thinking.
"And thanks for the.." he mumbled off shaking the paper in his hand.
"Yep...I..I'll see ya around" I said as I waved my hand.
"Yeah" he slightly mumbled as I turned around and made my way back to the room.