As I walked into my first class, I looked around the room. There were many seats, and this was not what I was hoping.

I wanted a small class. I didn't want many students. Too many distractions.

I looked at each aisle. There were many, many students. Each occupied by there books. One person stood out to me.

That person has messy chocolate brown curls. That person has bright green eyes. Harry.

He seemed to be looking at something behind me. But, she. I turned around, there wasn't anything behind me. I turned back around to see his green eyes burning into mine. He was looking at me.

I soon realized I had been standing in the same place for a while. I walked to one of the front seats, nowhere near Harry.

As I settled in my seat and got my stuff ready, a tall man walked through the door and walked to a desk, his desk I believe.

He looked in his 30's. Long brown beard, dark brown hair, chubby, and probably 6 feet tall.

"Hello class. I'm Mr. Kendall. All through this year, we will be writing non-stop. Non-stop. You took this class, so you could write, and we will do that." He rambled on.

"Even though today is the first day, we will start immediately. Write and type an essay about an emotion. Any emotion. Write what you feel when you have that emotion. Explain and describe it to me."

What the hell?

"Paper is due Friday. Get started. You have been dismissed."

And with that, I jumped out of my seat. I grabbed my bag and started walking towards the door.

"Anne." A voice startled me.

I turned around to see who it was and was met with those damn green eyes. Harry.

"I... Um... Wanted to say I'm sorry about that night at the party."

What? The party was about 2 weeks ago? Why was he apologizing about it so late?

"It happened. I know you're not sorry. You just wanted a good time or something." The words spilled out of my mouth.

"That's not true, Anne. I am sorry."

"Sorry for what, exactly?"

He seemed to be caught on this question for a couple seconds. He looked down to the floor.

"I'm sorry you had to see what happened in the room."

"It's whatever, Harry. But, why are you apologizing when it's been 2 weeks?"

"You never gave me a chance." He grinned.

I don't understand. Why was that asshole grinning?

I hummed in response. I slowly walked towards the door again, until his voice caught me.

"Why do you always walk away?"

I turned around, once again and stared him in the eyes.

"Walk away?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah. Walk away. Why do you walk away from everything?"

He shifted from one foot to another. He put his hands in his Jean pockets and furrowed his eyebrows.

"I don't know. That still remains a mystery to me also."

He hummed in response.

I soon realized we had been at this conversation for quite a while. I had to go to my next class, so I walked out the door, without another word said.