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“So get out, get out, get out of my head. And fall into my arms instead. I don’t, don’t, don’t know what this is. But I need that one thing.”
From the other side of my apartment the radio was blaring that song, waking me up from an amazing dream. It involved me, Francisco Lachowski and loads of kissing. Let me tell you it was an awesome dream.
But that song had woken me up and it was still blaring though my whole house.
“Sophia!” I screamed from the top of my lungs at my best friend. “Put that damn song off.”
Of course, the volume only got louder and soon my best friend came dancing into my bedroom, singing loudly along with the music. I groaned, throwing my pillow at her head but unfortunately she dodged it easily. I realized that I didn’t have any weapons left so I had to endure the next two minutes of the song.
Sophia and I were both freshmans at the University of California in Los Angeles. We shared a little apartment in LA. When we discussed in high school it seemed like such a good idea and it was. I loved Sophia to death and our time together was great. But the only downside was that she was a huge One Direction and lets say I wasn’t. At all. I didn’t hate them personally but the many times I woke up early because of their songs made me truly dislike them more than any artist on earth.
“You gotta wake up, sunshine,” she sang happily when the song was over.
Sophia was also one of those persons whom always seemed to have energy and I wasn’t
I chanced a look at my alarm which told me that it was only 7:30 am on a day I didn’t have any classes.
“Sophia, get out of my room now!” I groaned as I snuggled in my blankets since I didn’t have a pillow anymore. “It’s 7:30. I’m not getting out of this bed before 11 o’clock.”
“But Mrs Hamswillow called that there was a ne| student for you and it was quite urgent.”
This perked my interest. As a job I tutored people who didn’t get great grades. I helped a lot people and was usually fully booked but last week one of my students moved away and that meant that I had an open spot of four hours each week. A new student would be welcome. I desperately needed the extra money.
Immediately, I said upright in my bed, earning a strange look from Sophia and grabbing the phone that laid on my nightstand. I dialed Mrs Hamswillow’s number, praying she would pick up. Fortunately she did within three rings.
“Good morning, Mrs Hamswillow,” I said a bit too eagerly.
I heard her soft laugh from the other side of the phone. “Hello, Raquel. How are you?”
“I’m great thank you and you?” I could hear the impatience in my voice.
“I’m fine. But what I was calling you about was a new student. He really needs help or otherwise he’s not going to pass his classes this year and I wondered if you were interested in tutoring him?”
“Yes, of course. I’d love to,” I said, seeing Sophia making a gagging face because of my obvious heel licking.
“I knew I could count on you,” Mrs Hamswillow gushed. “There is only one thing. Could you start in thirty minutes because the student has to leave in three hours?”
This wasn’t very usual. Most of the time I would plan an appointment a couple of days beforehand. I couldn’t say I was very happy about it either. I loved my morning rest. But I just couldn’t say no, of course. “No, that’s no problem. I’ll make sure I’m in the library at eight.”
“Thank you, Sophia. I’ll tell this to the student. Goodbye.”
“Wait,” I said hurriedly. “What’s his name?”
Mrs Hamswillow hesitated for a couple of seconds, something that was not very usual for our dean, but after a while she spoke. “James Greene.”
“Okay, thank you,” I said satisfied that I could at least look the guy up on Facebook or something. “Have a nice day, Mrs Hamswillow.”
“Same to you, Raquel,” and with that she hung up.
Sophia immediately stood up excitedly. “Seems like you have a new student, right?”