"Hayden?" I said into my brand-spanking-new IPhone 5s I got for my birthday in December.
"Yeah, is this Cora?" I had a mini party in my head he remembered my name!!!!
"I perfer Corie, but yeah it's Cora."
"Okay Corie it is, so do you want to meet me in the library in like, uhm, 15 minutes?"
"Yeah, sure, see you soon!" I practically yelled into the phone.
"See you soon." *click* As soon as I heard that I headed straight to my closet. What should I wear? Okay Corie it has to be cute but don't make it look too put together. What am I talking about I have less than 15 minutes to get out of sweats and a t-shirt into something cute and flirty of course it won't look put together. Does this dress make me look fat? What about this shirt and this skirt? Too whorey? PERFECT!! I threw on my white tanktop, white sweater with green stipes, my green skinny jeans, and I slipped on my black converse and ran out the door with my bag containing: notebooks, binders with college ruled paper, and a pencil case filled with pens and mechanical pencils.
I looked around the library and spotted Hayden right away with his light complexion and contradicting sleek black hair that glides just above his brow line like a Justin Bieber styled cut.
"Hey" I said sliding into the chair beside him.
"Hey," he replied, "so beore we start this essay can we go to the cafeteria and get some food, I'm starving."
"Sure" I said following him out the door.
"That'll be $12.50" said the friendly lady at the cash register. I started to pull some money out of my pocket because we were splitting the food. "Thanks, enjoy your meal" I picked up my head to correct the lady but Hayden had had already disapeared into the crowded cafeteria. I finally caught up to him as he sat down at a table by the window.
"Hayden take this," I said shoving money at him.
"No really, it's fine I can buy you lunch" he said pushing the money back.
"C'mon, you just met me and you're already buying me lunch!" I said arguing flalaling my arms all around, "you barely know me!"
"Corie please just eat with me and we can get to know eachother" he said pleadingly with a puppy dog face; how could I say no?
"Fine," I finally agreed, "so where are you from?"
"I am from Great Britain believe it or not" He said smiling.
"I don't believe you! Where's your accent?"
"I just moved to Great Britain about a year ago, I never really got one." I didn't believe him; however I didn't say anything more about it. "What degree are you going for?"
"My teacher's and music degree, what about you?"
"Just a music degree, maybe an acting degree as well as long as I'm here, mom just wants me t get a degree she doesn;t reallt care what kind of degree I get" he said stufing cheesy bacon fries in his mouth.
"So basically she doesn't care id you're a starving actor on the streets as long as you have a degree?"
"Not really, I mean my parents basically inhereted Great Britain from my mother's parents, we're rich; however, mommy dearest doesn't want me touching the money until I get some kind of degree," he said taking a sip out of his Arnold Palmer half and half Iced tea & lemoade, "So I'm allowed to use the money ONLY for food, supplies, and classes." he finished.
"You're so lucky, I'm drowning in student loans to go to school here."
"You're smart" he cut me off, "You didn't get a scholarship?"
