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Today is the first day of my dream college. The University of South Carolina.
I’d waited my whole life to start college and have the whole experience. But now that I have I can’t help but start to feel nervous about everything; meeting new people and all the other things.
As I walked through the campus grounds trying to get familiar with my surroundings, I looked down at the copy of my schedule not knowing where my first class was. Great. I should have gone to the orientation like my mother had told me to do, but I wanted to spend my last couple of days at home with her before I had to leave. I know I could always come and visit her, considering that she only lived about two and a half hours away, but I knew I would be loaded with a bunch of homework and projects and I didn’t want my grades to slip.
I walked over to a stranger desperately needing to know where this building was so I wouldn’t be late. The kind stranger pointed me in the opposite direction I was walking and said it was the big brick building to my right.
Who knew college students could be so helpful?
I started walking in the direction I was appointed towards and luckily found the building in time, having a few minutes to spare before class had started.
Walking into my first lecture wasn’t at all what I had expected. When I walked through the double doors leading into the room, there were more students than I could count. One of those students caught my attention instantly and my gaze was now focused on him alone.
My ex-boyfriend. . . Kyle Anderson.
When I saw him I tried to force my eyes away from him and on to something else, but I couldn’t. It was like someone was holding my eyes open and forcing me to look at him.
Why is he here? Of all the colleges in the whole world, why here?
I stood in the doorway hoping that soon I will be able to move again before anyone notices me standing like an idiot.
After standing in the doorway for what felt like hours, I was suddenly pulled out of my thoughts by the voice of the professor leading the lecture.
“Miss” the professor called out.
I hummed turning to face him. I always hated being the center of attention and at that moment, I could feel the eyes of almost everyone in the room. Including Kyle’s.It was like we were at a circus and I was the act.
“Are you going to take part in my class or are you just going to stand there, eying all of the men in here?” the professor questioned.
A sudden warmth rushed to my cheeks. I was usually good with my words but something in me just wasn’t letting me speak. I stood there in silence for a couple of seconds, trying to figure out what to say.
“Sorry. I uh, was just looking for somewhere to sit.” I finally spoke.
As I looked around, I saw that there were about eleven open seats near the front and some in the back, less than ten feet away from where I was standing. Walking towards one of the seats in the back, I could see from the corner of my eye the professor furrowing his eyebrows at me in confusion.
During the entire class, I could barely focus on the things that were being said. I mean, heard a few of them; the syllabus, the project that’s worth sixty percent of our grade. That’s pretty much it.
The whole time my gaze kept drifting from the professor to Kyle up until the very last second of class. When we were dismissed, I gathered all of my things and rushed out of the room without even placing them in my bag, not wanting to be stopped by Kyle.
Before he and I broke up, we both had applied to the same colleges. Obviously, we both got accepted into USC. This is my dream school. Why would he still have chosen to come here after what happened?
I had a small time frame before my next class so I decided to walk around the campus area a little more and maybe even find a coffee shop to get a drink. Even though it was the middle of September, and it was still kind of warm, the idea of a hot drink traveling down into my stomach and heating up my insides sounded quite nice. That was until I walked into the back of a very muscular boy that smelled like vanilla with a hint of coffee beans.
“****. Sorry,” I quickly apologized, picking up the books and that fell out of my bag. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” I finished with a gentle voice. Not wanting to make him madder than he already looked.
“Obviously. Watch where you’re going next time.” The girl next to him spat.
She was quite pretty. Her brownish-black hair resting past her shoulders, wearing shorts that were a little too short for my liking, with black fishnet leggings and a hot pink cropped shirt with black combat boots. I stood there some more seconds still taking in her outfit.
“Like I said, I’m sorry for-” before I could finish my sentence I was cut off.
The girl put her hand in front of my face and said, “Whatever. Just watch where you’re going next time, or you’ll regret it.” She threatened, and before I could say something back she turned around and walked away dragging the guy I ran into with her. Leaving me to stand in the doorway of the cafe alone.
“Well that was awkward.” a voice behind me whispered, startling me.
I turned around to see who was standing behind me. Taking in the presents of who I assume is a student by the way that she was dressed. She wore a white USC hoodie and navy blue sweatpants with a pair of brown Uggs. Her black hair in a low bun with what looked like blue strands of highlights hanging loose in front of her face.
“I said that was awkward. The way that Scarlet ‘threatened’ you” the girl in front of me repeated. Putting air quotes around the word threatened.
“Uh, yeah. Right,” I paused “What’s her deal anyway? All I did was accidentally bump into her boyfriend.”
Was she that protective of him that the slightest touch to him would set her off?
The stranger in front let out a scoff “Ace Montgomery is not Scarlett’s boyfriend.” she stated. “Ace doesn’t date. He just hooks with a bunch of girls. Random or not.” she continued letting out a small laugh taking a sip of her drink.
“It looks like they’re dating to me. I mean just look at the way she’s holding him.” I pointed out. Nodding towards Ace and Scarlet as they walk over to an armchair and Scarlet sits on Ace’s lap, Running her fingers with the brunette curls on Ace’s head.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. But she’s also like that with every guy that looks at her. Just wait. The next guy that looks at her, she’s probably going to screw.” The stranger assured me with a devilish look in her eyes. “Be careful with what you say about her around other people. If she finds out that you’re talking about her… let’s just say that she’s the type of person who will cut you.”
I laugh, glancing once more at Ace. Our eyes meet and I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach telling me to stay away from him.
“Anyway, enough about them. I’m Olivia.” She blurted, holding her hand out waiting for me to shake it. “and you are…”
I let out a small giggle reaching for her hand. “Lillian. But everyone calls me Lillie.”
“Well Lillie, since we’re already like best friends” she paused, removing her hand from mine. “How would you like to go to a party with me Friday night?”
I looked at the newly named stranger with a puzzled look on my face. Had she really just asked me to go to a party with her? She doesn’t even know me. I mean, for all she knows I could be a serial killer who loves murdering college students at frat parties.
“I don’t know. I have a lot of studying to do and I-” I couldn’t even finish my sentence before I was cut. Again.
“Wait. How do you already have to study? It’s literally only the first day.” she questioned, curiosity present in her voice.
“I like to do my work ahead of time so I don’t miss a deadline or due date or anything like that.” I admitted shifting my gaze from Olivia’s eyes to the window behind her.
She let out a mocking laugh. “Well, will you at least think about it?”
I nodded and she reached her hand out again. This time her palm was facing upwards as if she was waiting for me to give her something.
“Great!” she exclaimed. “Now give me your phone so I can get your number and text you with all the details in case you do decide to come after all.”
I gave Olivia my phone, waiting patiently as she takes my information. I don’t really keep anything important like my credit card info or things like that on there, so it wouldn’t be a big deal if someone went through it. When she returned my phone she said her goodbye’s turning around to exit the cafe leaving me standing alone for yet a second time.
After my encounter with the schools ‘mean girl’ and gaining a new friend, I ordered my coffee to go and went to my next class. When my classes finished, I went back to my dorm and got some work done.
Hey guys! Hope you like the first chapter ????
I’m open to any ideas for the next chapters! XO