It was my cravings to see the world. The thrill of not knowing where you're going, just knowing where ever you end up it's gonna be okay. But sadly, in college most students (Including me) are broke or in debt and can't travel the world. Instead of exploring with my non existent boyfriend, I spend most of my time in a small dorm reading a text book that's worth more then 10 years of gas money. Okay fine, maybe not 10 years but it's definitely a lot for a book I never want to touch again. But i'm not gonna lie to you. College has some pretty great benefits, like having more freedom. Every Friday night I go out around 11 just to drive around while I listen to my favorite bands. The only problem is whenever I go out and drive I have a tendency of not wanting to come back. Like ever. But who would honestly? Im snapped out of my thoughts by something (Pretty positive its crumbled paper) hitting my back. I move my body so I can see who or what touched me. The only person sitting behind me is of course, the one and only Ryder Ashfield. Not only is he every girls dream boy (except mine) he's also the schools bad boy. Something I would evener be interested in. I roll my eyes and try to pay attention to the teacher. He's talking about how when he was our age he never listened in class an he regrets it. How ironic. "Hey, whats your name?" I hear Ryder whisper in my ear. I automatically tense up at the touch of his breath on my neck. I turn around a bit and look at him. He's slightly biting his lip while he taps his pencil on his notebook, squinting a bit as if he's totally confused to who I am. I would be to though. I'm not really one to put myself out there.
"Scarlet." I whisper back blushing a bit. I don't know why I blush when ever a boy talks to me but it's really embarrassing. Ryder nods and leans back in his chair turning his focus back on the teacher.
