Thank you so much kimathy for the amazing cover!! I love it :D
Woo another story :) This one has been playing around in my head for a while now and I just wanted to get it out there. It may or may not change to an R rating but let's hope it doesn't, yeah?
Anywho, tell me what you lovely people think. Hate it? Love it? I need the feedback, it's what keeps me alive . . . along with, you know, food and water . . . and oxygen. (<--- lame joke. sorry -.-)
Shall we get on with it then?
"And who would you be?" My professor asked as I walked into the class. It was weird that he was greeting us - at least, I thought it was. Weren't professors in college supposed to know nothing about their students? They just taught and were done.
But this was a fairly small college. I guess he wanted to know us by our names. "I'm Rory Valentine," I replied, slipping past him and entering the classroom. I was suddenly grateful I'd gotten that laptop as a graduation present. There was already and white board full of extensive notes. I was a much faster typer than writer.
There were already a few people scattered throughout the class. We were all freshman, considering this was a first year english class. No one was sitting together, they were all just casually looking around. At least I wouldn't be the only loner.
Sighing, I sat down in the middle of the class, taking out my laptop and logging on.
It was my first day of college and I should've been over the moon with excitement. I probably would've been if I'd actually had a friend to bask in the glory with. All of my highschool friends had decided to start out in a community college while I went straight to a four-year. Guess that's what I get for being the smart one.
I raised my eye brow and looked over when I heard someone sit down in the desk next to mine.
It was a girl, taking out her own laptop and typing rapidly before turning to me with a smile. "Hi, I'm Lilah!" It was odd having someone just come up and randomly introduce themselves. Was she trying to be friends? I haven't had to make a new friend since forth grade, I'm a little out of practice.
"I'm Rory." I said, giving her a faint smile and running a had through my wavy, reddish brown hair.
Lilah gave me another smile, folding her arms on the table and leaning over. Her dark brown hair spilled over her shoulder in a silky wave and her brown eyes watched me warmly.
I furrowed my brow, playing with the ring I had on my pinky. It was just a plain, silver band. Nothing special, just something I found in a store one time.
"So are you majoring in english?" Lilah asked, trying to keep our conversation going.
I nodded, scowling. "Not happy about it?" Lilah questioned, sounding curious.
"Not really. I wanted to major it art but my parents said it would be better and easier to find jobs centered around another subject. So english was my second choice." I explained.
"Oh," Lilah said. "Well, I can help you out if you want! I absolutely adore literature," she gave me a goofy, contageous grin which I quickly returned. Maybe making new friends wasn't as hard as I thought.
"What's your favorite genre?" I asked, feeling the need to fire some questions back. I didn't want her to feel like I didn't want to talk.
"Romance, definitely," Lilah gave me a sly grin.
YOU ARE READING
Game On (On Hold)Romance
Rory is ready to take in the full college experience; classes, dorms, new friends, and parties. Only thing she doesn't need is a boy. She already has one of those and, even if they're going through rough times, they'll get through it. At least, t...