Two

Chapter Two

The next morning, Harley woke up to her blaring alarm which made her wince as the sound reached her ears. She blindly looked for the clock on the bedside table and punch it off when her hands touched the plastic material. 

She groaned as she rolled out of bed, she threw her blanket to the side exposing her legs to the fresh cold air coming from her window which was slightly ajar. She must have forgotten to close it after finishing up her homework which also explained why her room was somewhat cold. 

Her sock cladded feet moved towards the window to shut it when she saw the apartment caretaker talking to some random guy.

"Must be someone looking for an apartment." she thought. 

Speaking about roommates, she was supposed to meet with hers by 3 p.m today at the Black Winx cafe before they head back to the apartment together.

 Apparently, she had put it on the rent-an-appart app and a couple of minutes later, she had received a couple of notifications from different interested people but one person stood out.

Grey. Which was a really rare name for a lady. Even though she had not seen Grey, they had hit it off quite well. 

Now all Harley needed to do was clean up the messy room decorated with her books, shower, make break fast, and head to the library as soon as possible.

In less than two hours she was able to arrange the room while listening to save your tears by the weekend. She put on a great performance by dancing the best she could. Her voice on the other hand was not as bad as you thing it would be. In fact, Harley was a great singer. Her aunt and cousins had praised her when they heard her one time in the bathroom but Harley was greatly embarrassed and refused to sing so carelessly until now.

She walked into the small bathroom and turned on the shower. She grabbed her shampoo bottle and poured a considerable amount of the liquid into her hair before rubbing through and scrubbing her hair.

Her red hair was the one thing that reminded her of her mother after her olive-green eyes. She washed her body afterward and then rinsed. She used her towel which could cover only a minimal amount of her body, sitting just directly on her thighs. She complained to her aunt for not getting something bigger but her aunt promised to get another one for her soon.

Harley wasn't bad on the eyes, she was an average 5'7 which was considered a bit tall for a girl. Her waist was snatched and slim, an almost impossible thing to believe a human being had. She wasn't lacking in the boob department as they were average cups, her hips were curvy and her ass cheeks perky. Her legs were the same what thin which gave up the impression that she was skinny. It made her even more conscious that she wore anything that fitted.

She roamed through her wardrobe and grabbed out the safest thing she could without drawing attention. A pair of black leggings and her huge black nyu hoodie. She finished up with a pair of her favorite black and white Chuck Taylor converse. 

Make-up was the least of her problems, she applied a think coat of lipgloss, her face cream, and sunscreen. Her hair could be a lot messier than it already was. So she packed it into an almost neat bun at the top of her head.

Grinning in satisfaction, she grabbed her bag and her books inside. Her phone and key were placed in her purse. Taking one last look at her room she turned away and locked it up.

She walked into the elevator which was now repaired and pressed the ground button. 

"Wait! Hold up the elevator." A voice yelled as they ran toward the elevator. Harley reached out for the button pressing it so that the door remains open. The person managed to get in between the door as the door finally closed.

She doesn't look at the person beside her, knowing it would be creepy watching someone trying to catch his breath.

"Thanks." The person huffed out standing to his full height. 

She finally turned to the boy sharing the elevator with her. He had black eyes and black hair that was wet. He either just finished taking his bath or it was the sweat that formed from running but she doubted it. He was a 6'1, in a pair of light tan sweater vests and a white collard shirt underneath pared with his black pants and vans of the wall shoes.

She realized she had been staring and not answered, her face turned red as she faced the doors.

"It's okay." she mumbled and the place went silent.

"Fresher?" he asked, it took Harley a minute to realise he was talking to her. Of course he was talking to her, no on else was there.

"Yea." she answered.

"Oh that's great." he said.

"What's your major?" he asked again and Harley sighed a bit annoyed that he wasn't minding his business.

"English." she replied.

"Wow, we hardly see one of you guys around, especially In this apartment. Most of your guys stay at the Wilson street apartment. It's like a manor for English majors." He chuckled lightly.

"My name is Brad, I stay on the same floor I got into. A third year major in Engineering." He said proudly.

Harley wasn't sure if she should tell him her name. He had already known way too much that he should and she didn't like it.

"So what's your name stranger?" He said playfully.

"Harley." she said quietly.

"Harley." Brad repeated almost to hear how it sounded from his lips.

The doors finally opened and Harley couldn't be more happier, she stepped out quickly not bothering to check if he was coming or not.

"Nice to meet you Harley, hope to see you again soon." he yelled as he walked the other way waving Harley who paid no attention to him.