College Story

College Story ( chapter 2 )

I pulled my book out and went to get a water bottle from the vending machine when reason number three for hating this school came scrambling towards me.

Why me? I said silently while looking up at the ceiling.

"Hey Laney?" God he smelled like corn nuts. How do you even manage to smell entirely of corn nuts? It's so weird.

"Hi Steve." I said with a forced smile. I didn't encourage him, but I didn't have the heart to be mean to him either.

I had met Steve my first day here and hadn't been able to dodge him since.

Steve combed his light brown hair to the side in a very neat I'm from the fifties fashion. He then topped it off with thick glasses that did nothing for his face and made his eyes look at least twice as large; which was kind of unsettling.

I know what your thinking, poor guy right. Well it gets worse. He's in the chess club, on the math team and no matter what wears Dockers and a crisp tucked in shirt.

Steve is the stereotypical class A nerd . His super sweet, but frankly a little bit annoying.

I took some change out of my pocket and pressed the button for a water.

"So can I help you with anything Steve?" I asked with raised eyebrows. Like I said before I wasn't going to be mean to him, but I wanted to get the message clear that there was no way in hell anything would ever happen between us.

Completely ignoring my tone he replied eagerly, "Well I was wondering, if you wanted to ... maybe go to the cafeteria with me later on and... get something to eat?" he was looking at the ground and nervously shuffling his feet together.

He was almost cute in a lost puppy sort of way. Only imagine this lost puppy was missing a leg and no matter how cute and sorry you feel, it's just too hard getting pass that missing leg.

"Sorry Steve, I already ate. Maybe another time." Shit why'd I say that.

As soon as those words left my mouth I instantly regretted it. His face went from disappointment to utter enthusiasm in seconds.

"Yeah, any time just let me know." he smiled broadly.

I grimaced back and told him I had a lot of work to do and would see him around.

I would worry about that later. In the mean time, I really did have a lot of work to do.

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I woke up groggily to the loud thrumming of a vacuum. I looked around notcing i was surrounded by book's and a wierd janitor guy who was staring at me strangely. I must have fallen asleep in the library i thought.

I reached for my phone while yawning and saw that it was 2:30 am.

Shit I had to be up for class in four hours.

I gathered my belongings and headed out the back entrance of the library and towards the dorms.

It was extremely dark out and the only light that guided my way in the dark and towards the dorm was the flicker of the dancing street light each about 15 feet away from each other leaving a small gap of darkness in between.

I was halfway there when one of the street lights started sparking. It must be a fuse and just as I was thinking that, every street light went out one by one.

Crap!

My heart began racing in my chest when I heard leaves crunching behind me.

Oh my god, I knew it, I was going to die. This was how it was all going to end. Just like in one of those cheap scary movies.

College student falls asleep in the library, on her way back the lights mysteriously go off, she hears the sound of approaching footsteps and decides to make a run for it, but of course the killer is always faster and before you know it. You're dead.

Well I'll be dammed if I'm going out like that! I could still hear the footsteps coming closer. Every crunch of the leaves hitting me like an explosion.

So I did what I had to do.

I turned around to face the culprit head on and ran towards him at full speed.

I crashed into him sending us both falling to the ground. He grunted something like what are you doing, but I paid no mind as I fought to keep him pinned down.

I was going to be a hero.

That's when all the lights came back on and I saw that I was staring face to face with Mr. Mysterious.

Holly mother of god!

"Your not a serial murderer are you?" I asked already knowing the answer.

Still straddling him I might add.

"No I'm not." he laughed.

Reason number four for hating this school, watching one too many scary movies and imagining non existent serial killers coming after you in the night.

Dame!

Well, I told you I had an over active imagination.