Fatal Attraction (Camren)

Chapter 1

           

Chapter 1

Camila's POV

            Quiet shadows moved across the courtyard as I hustled my way to the academic building in front of me. I felt my white high top converse smacking the hard brick pathways as I picked up my pace towards the door.

I would be more nervous about running late, but I had to stop to admire the sunrise over the green. It had seemed like that moment, where the orange morning sky was lit ablaze to the sound of The 1975 buzzing in my headphones, was like an omen – a sign of a new beginning. But who am I kidding? Nothing has changed since yesterday. It's just another day, and I have the same routines to follow.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, I thought as I checked my watch. It's 7:54, there's no way I'm making it to my eight o'clock on time. I still have a sea of students to maneuver through. Well I'm screwed either way, I shrug and shimmy my way through the door. After smiling at the student in front of me was holding open the door, I headed towards the small café on the bottom floor.

Thank god they know my order, I sigh as I reach for the latte in front of me. "Gracias Señor," I gush to the older Latino barista.

"De nada, ¿cómo podría olvidarme de usted? [You are welcome; how could I forget about you?]" he replies. I pour a generous amount of sugar in the vanilla latte and glance out the window, smiling at the sun which had captivated me this morning.

A spectacular sunrise for a not-so spectacular day. I sighed. I'm tired of being so bored with my life here at school... I wish something exciting would happen. I wish I could change the course of time and go back to the beginning. But I had made my bed and now I had to lay in it. I have a good group of friends, good grades, a spot in the starting line – a routine. Why isn't that enough for me? I shook my head; I wasn't unhappy... just kind of numb. But the last time I wanted something more I had gotten burned. And I had learned my lesson, the hard way.

The clanging of a plastic coffee mug hitting the ground woke me from my daydream and I remember where I am. Shit, I murmur, after realizing it's 8:03. Expertly weaving my way through the bodies of my fellow students, I find my way to my second floor and make it to the lecture hall before 8:06.

Normally I would copy the notes from one of my teammates if I came in late, but none of my fellow soccer players were taking this class this semester. And unfortunately for me, my social circle was pretty much limited to the team... especially since freshman year.

Thank God he hasn't started yet. I take my usual seat towards the middle of the hall. It's not like I would get in trouble for being late (or even missing the class) I mean it's college, you're pretty much responsible for yourself – especially at a large school like University of Miami. But this was Management 200 and despite having a business minor on paper, I have no idea what we are doing in spite of being only two weeks into the semester. I pretty much have to be here the whole time if I'm going to pass this class.

The professor walks in at 8:07 and I slide my white beats off my head, realizing that The 1975's – She Way Out had been blasting loud enough for everyone sitting around me to hear. Blushing, I quickly pull the hood of my forest green University of Miami Women's Soccer sweatshirt over my dark brown hair, hoping I hadn't annoyed too many people. My jean covered legs shuffle under seat instinctively, and I pull One Note open my laptop, making an attempt to listen and take notes on to what the professor was explaining.

However, the faint sound of someone sitting behind me humming was making it extremely difficult to concentrate. I couldn't quite make out the tune but it sounded familiar.