Raiza's POV
I couldn't get Harry out of my mind. My blood was boiling with just thinking about what had happened on the classroom. Who the hell does he think he is? Appearing out of nowhere and practically imposing me to be his partner? Ugh, I hate guys like him. Cocky and arrogant. Thinking they are better than anyone else and that the world is down at their knees.
He got so closed to me that I was able to see all his features in detail. I felt small in his eyes.
His eyes, though. They were beautiful yet intimidating. It was like only by looking at you he could see through you, right into your soul.
And his hair. He had curls but they were pulled up in a fluffed mini-coif. It was wild, yet tame. It was done, but not overcooked. It was full of volume yet not too teased.
His lips...
What about his lips!? Oh, hell no. I'm not going to fall for this guy. I prefer to sell my soul to the Devil than fall in love with this dude. Besides, I can't overlook the feeling I get when he's around. And it's not for sure love, every time Harry's near I felt sick and scared. All my sense were on 'red alert', goosebumps all over my body, a feeling of danger on the back of my mind. And I have only been near him once. I should keep my distance, but how? He told Mr. Aguilera that we were going to be partners. Maybe I could go and ask him if there is a possibility to change partners. I know Cam was going to ask me if I wanted to be his partner before that scary boy interrupted us.
Well now I'm alone and nobody can stop me from going to Mr. Aguilera's office, wherever that is, and beg him to let me change partners. I would ask Cam to go with me but I lost him when I ran out of the classroom. I noticed I still had his jacket on. I really needed to get away from Harry, and now we are on free period and this place is huge, there's a tiny slight chance to find him.
I got up and started walking to the main building of the Media, Arts and Design faculty; at least I knew where my faculty was. I still had to go check the dorms properly, because when my mum and I went there to settle my stuff I was already short of time. I don't have classes till 4 pm so I guess I could go once I finsihed talking with Mr. Aguilera.
I pushed the door of the old gothic building and entered a magnificent room. It had a high ceiling and an 1800's style decoration that was only interrupted by the modern computers and technological devices.
"Can I help you with something?" A sweet voice asked me. I looked at the old woman who was behind an old big desk.
"Hi, I'm looking for Mr. Aguilera. I need to talk something with him."
"Right down the hallway to the left." She said with a smile and pointing in the direction I was supposed to follow. I nodded and thanked her.
Please, please, please that he's there. Please.
I knocked on the door and heard someone saying 'come in'. I opened the door and Mr. Aguilera was standing with his back to me. He was looking for a book on the enormous shelf.
"Mr. Aguilera." I said, closing the door behind me.
He turned around and looked at me. "Yes? Can I help you with something?"
"I'm Raiza Esmond. I'm on your Photography theory and practice class."
"Oh yes. I remember you, we had that class a few hours ago, right?" I nodded. "What can I do for you, Ms. Esmond?"
"I wanted to talk you about the partners assignation..."
"Yes, you are with." He said checking the list. "Mr. Harry Styles. Is that right?"
"Yes, that's the problem. I wanted to see if there was the possibility of-"
A knock on the door interrupted me. Mr. Aguilera apologized and went to open the door. "Oh Mr. Styles, what a coincidence." The teacher said surprised. "Please come in, Ms. Esmond and I we were just talking about you."
I stiffed. A cold shiver ran through my spine. I felt those eyes on the back of my neck, I slowly turned my head, he was smirking and staring right into my eyes. What was he doing here?
"You were?" The smirked on his face made me shivered. I swallowed and drifted my gaze to the front.
"What were you saying about the partners assignation, Ms. Esmond?"
"I-welll... Uhm-I." Harry's eyes wouldn't let me. They were glued to me. "Yo-you know what? It doesn't matter. Everything is alright. I better go." I said quickly. "Thank you for your time Mr. Aguilera." I rushed over to the door and tripped over. Harry caught me right before I would hit the ground. His touch made me shivered.
"Careful, baby." He whispered in a hoarse voice. Chills and goosebumps was all I felt.
I quickly cut loose of his touch and stepped back. I looked at Mr. Aguilera and apologized. I walked quickly out of the office and once I was outside the building I started running as fast as I could. I wasn't really seeing where I was going, all I knew and wanted was to get as far as I could from Harry.
Why am I so afraid of him?
I bumped into someone and fell to the ground, along with my books. I moaned in pain, I had hit the back of my head really hard.
"Shit, Raiza. Are you alright?" I heard a familiar voice asking in a worried tone.
"Cam?" I asked. Still feeling dizzy.
"Yeah, why were you running? We don't have classes until 4." He placed his hand on my head to see where it hurt me.
"Ouch." I groaned in pain.
"Sorry. Do you want to go to the nursing?"
"No, I'm fine, thanks. It was my fault though. I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Yeah, why were you in such a rush?"
Harry. I wanted to get away from Harry. "I guess I was too excited to get to the dorms." I lied.
Cam laughed. His laugh was cute and contagious, it made me smiled. "Do you know where your dorm is?" I nodded. "Mind if I go with you?" I cocked my head. This was the first time a hot guy wanted to spend time with me. "I mean, since you fell and hit your head... Well-"
"Sure, let's go." I smiled at him.
...
"Do you know if you have a roommate?" Cam asked me as I put the key in the lock.
"When I came here with my mum to leave my stuff, there was nobody." I said, opening the door. "But I guess we will see now."
As the door remained opened, we saw a tall skinny black haired girl. She was dressed completely in black. Her red lips caught your attention as soon as you saw her face. She was pretty, with pale skin and intense blue eyes. She locked eyes with me and suddenly smiled. It wasn't a creepy smile but something that I couldn't quite figure out was behind it. It was like she could see something that I couldn't.
The gothic girl came up to me and suddenly grabbed my hands. "You have a beautiful aura. I can tell your soul is pure and good. Oh, and your grandmother says 'hi'. She has a beautiful smile, really warm."
My eyes widened and I was stiffed. I quickly pulled away and stepped back. "What are you talking about?" I said afraid. "How could you- My grandma-she-"
"I know." She gave me a sweet smile. "She died when you were a child. But she said goodbye to you, didn't she?"
I blinked blankly.
"I know this may sound weird but I have a gift. I see things people don't and I can talk with the people who have left us." She paused, scanning my face searching for any reaction. "I can talk with the dead."
I slowly turned my head to look at Cam. He was as bewildered as I was. The look in his grey eyes was the she's-fucking-nuts-we-better-go type of look. But how? And it wouldn't be that much help though. I mean, I still have to share room with the sixth sense girl.
"Look." I manage to say. "If this is some sort of joke... It's really twisted and sick."
"No, it's not." She said. "I swear to you I'm not messing around with you. Let me prove it!" The girl grabbed my hands again and closed her eyes.
"What are you-"
"Sh."
Cam and I looked at each other and he mouthed a 'do you think she will kill us?' I repressed a laugh and rolled my eyes at him. I'm not going to lie, I love paranormal horror spooky things.
"Your grandmother's name was Eugenie but you didn't call her grandmother nor grandma." The girl suddenly said, making me drift my attention to her. "You called her 'mama'. She's saying that she gave you a Sailor Moon music box because you used to love that series. That day you-"
"I played the music box all day." I said smiling as tears started to stream down my face. "My mum didn't want to buy me the music box because she said it was too expensive. So later, my mama and I went for a walk and she took me to the store and bought me the music box."
I felt Cam's hand drawing circles on my back. I haven't notice how bad I was crying until I was wrapped by the arms of the gothic girl.
Ok, so my roommate claims she can talk with the dead. Like if it wasn't enough having creepy Harry to worry about, now I have this. A psychic roommate? Really?
This is going to be an interesting college year...