Chapter 3 : The Stranger

I woke up alone. 

Fortunately or unfortunately my roommate didn't show up. In a way I was happy because I didn't want anyone to see my morning face and get scarred for life but I also wanted some life in the bare part of the room, opposite to mine. 

It was kind of lonely. 

It was eight am, way too early to wake up on a holiday according to me. My phone pinged somewhere on the bed and I scrambled around to look for it, finally after a lot of effort I found it hanging from the covers and barely saved it from falling over. 

No one would get me a new one of I broke this. 

The screen was lit up showing off a pretty selfie of me and Michael in the amusement park, I smiled at the picture because it was a good day. 

Then my attention went to the text message, it was from Irene saying there was a short orientation for new students and it would be starting at nine. My eyes snapped open and all faint traces of sleep left me in an instant. 

It was already eight, half an hour tops to get ready and half an hour roaming around to campus to find the hall. Gosh, I'm screwed! 

Scrambling out of the bed I washed up lightning fast and changed into denim shorts and a loose full sleeve top. I hopped around the room while tucking in the top and getting my bag ready. It wasn't easy to be a multitasker but I managed to nail it everytime. 

I tied my long hair into a simple high ponytail and dabed on a little lipbalm and mascara, and I was ready! 

Minimalistic and natural was more of my thing, mainly because my eye to hand contact was terrible and I couldn't apply makeup to save my self, so I learnt that it was better to just keep my face as it was to save my dignity. 

I rushed out of my room, making sure to lock it properly and ran towards the front building. According to the text Irene had send, I had to search for hall number 6 which was supposed to be on the second floor of the economy wing. 

Now, where was economy building supposed to be? 

Like a lost child I stood in front of the building with my map in hand and bag hanging off one shoulder and a confused look on my face. The morning Texas sun was shining upon me but not making my day any better. 

An unexpected touch on my shoulder made me jump in surprise and I whirled around knocking something off. A wet liquid dripped from my top sleeves, which smelled suspiciously similiar to milk coffee. My mouth watered but I didn't have that kind of time to ask the person where they brought it from. 

"I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, during the incident I didn't even notice that I had knocked that guy down along with the coffee cup and both of them were now down on the ground. His coffee was ruined and so was his black shirt. 

He was in a position that I couldn't see his face, I took the opportunity to leave before he could see me and hold me accountable for his coffee and what's-the-name of the brand shirt. I hurriedly threw a packet of pocket tissue next to him and ran in the only direction I could see - Straight. 

Luckily the way I ran was where I was supposed to go, I followed the painted arrow marks on the walls and with only three minutes to spare entered the hall, it was partly empty and the one's who were there gave off a vibe that screamed un-approachable. 

It was one of the those halls that had seats going from down to the top and a teacher's desk in the front and a boring green board. Pretty average but would be helpful when lack of sleep strikes. 

Irene waved at me from her seat, what a friend, she had saved me a seat! Muttering 'excuse me's' I went to her and sat on her right. Irene pointed to the girl sitting on the other side. 

"This is Jamie, my roommate." 

I waved and said my hello, I was still huffing a little from the run all the way here. I still felt bad for that poor guy but there wasn't much I could do anyway. If I had seen his face then there was a chance I would be able to buy him coffee but let's just not think about it anymore. 

A boring looking professor entered with a few more people who appeared to be our seniors and started talking, about what? I didn't understand.  

Halfway through the speech the door opened and someone entered, due to the sleepiness in my eyes I couldn't figure out who it was, not that I would recognise anyone. Judging from the multiple gasps going around me, it was probably someone important. 

Honestly, the person looked like a black bean to me because of my blurriness, a very large black bean. I rubbed my eyes, careful not to smudge the expensive mascara and blinked a few times that successfully got rid of the blur.

It was a guy. 

Now, I know I use the word 'guy' a lot. It's because I don't know what to call these type of male specimen. They can't be yeeted into the boys category because of their obvious post puberty looks and since they aren't in at the stage of being called a man, to avoid choosing and ending up offending someone I stuck to calling them guys. 

So this guy was done talking to the professor while I was not paying attention and now he was climbing up the small steps up, as he got closer i got a clear look at him. 

I know I have a boyfriend, but holy guacamole! If there was anyone worthy of being called god's creation, it was him. 

His looks were to die for, I could swear a few guys must have taken their last breaths out of jealousy and a handful of girls surely died of heartbreak because of him. 

The typical and never dying trend of glossy raven hair swept to the side in a messy yet sexy way, followed by the unique yellow-green eyes and an angular face, he was chewing on something - explains the sharp jawline. 

Although he had the looks his expression clearly said 'Don't approach if you want to live'. 

A bad boy with really bad traits, he looked pissed for some reason. I don't like guys with attitude, rich parents and snob children bring out the worst in me. 

His dark jeans stuck to his thighs like gloves and his dark black shirt moved whenever his muscles flexed, a black book bag hung to his right shoulder in a trendy way as he stopped right next to the lane of seat where I was. 

Due to the numerous empty seats in the hall, the chances of him sitting close to me were slim to none and I would like if it remained that way. With his looks he was soon to be a popular clichè and people like him make news with every breath they take. 

I better not get involved just because he was sitting next to me. 

Fortunately, after a few seconds of pause he went ahead and all the way to the back and took a seat there. A few girls at the back started a squealing war among themselves disturbing the whole class. 

Being the smart one that I am, I used headphones to prevent their screeching from reaching my ears and placed my head back on the desk to resume sleeping, ignoring the gaze of someone whom I didn't know, at the very back of the seats.