Good Boy

Chapter 1: Welcome to My Life

-Carson's POV-

My first year in college, the first day, and I'm already shaking. Hopefully no one else can see it. I'm nervous as fuck. I walked in the front doors of the building. I walked around for a couple of minutes before I found my first class, Sociology. I walked in to see about five people in there. Hopefully this classroom will fill with people, it would be awkward with only a few people. Soon enough, when it was time to start, people piled in. I usually have trouble with writing and paying attention to what people are saying but so far I was doing fine. Halfway through the class someone walked in through the door. I didn't know who because all I heard was the door open. I didn't look because I was so focused on writing notes. It wasn't until they sat right next to me that I noticed them. I flicked my eyes over to catch a glimpse of the stranger. Definetly male. From what I saw he was wearing all black. Probably goth or emo. Stop filling your mind with unimportant shit! I mentally scolded myself. I continued writing, never averting my gaze from the paper. He started clicking his pen. It didn't catch my attention until it started to annoy me. "Can you not" I muttered under my breath. He stopped ubruptly. "Excuse me?" He said. Uh oh. I gulped and decided to ignore him. He continued to click his pen. I knew he was doing it to annoy me now. The class ended and I walked out of the room along with so many other students. I hoped I wouldn't encounter that guy again. Then again, we share a sociology class. Avoiding him is going to be hard. I hope he doesn't sit next to me. Of course, that's what happened. The next three days we both ended up sitting in the same spots. He still clicked his pen. One day, I finally turned around to face him. "Do you just have to do that?" I asked angrily. I made sure not to raise my voice. "What? This?" He asked and clicked his pen once more. "No" I said sarcastically. "If it bothers you, move" he told me. He was right. I should just move so I can concentrate, but I like this seat. Gosh, I'm such a fifth grader. I turned back around and didn't say anything. I tried not to let it bother me. I glanced over at him every once in awhile. Every time he was looking at me. Was he staring at me? Suddenly I felt uncomfortable. "How come your not taking notes?" I casually asked him. I continued to write and didn't look at him. "Photographic memory and just good memory overall" he said. I felt a sudden wave of jealousy and anger overcome me. He could sit there annoying the hell out of me, meanwhile I have to strain my hand to keep up with the words the teacher was saying. Crap, I did it again. Filling my head with more useless shit. Pay attention Carson!! I kept writing and tried to ignore him to the best of my ability. Class was dismissed and I packed up quickily. I started to walk to my second class. I couldn't get his stupid words out of my head. His voice. It sounded deep and flowed like honey, but somehow I knew if he were to yell his sweet voice would turn bitter. Why am I thinking of this? I need to get to class. I washed away my thoughts of my last class and continued on with my day. After all my classes I headed to my work. I worked as a part time barista at the local coffee and sweets shop, The Scented Flower Cafe. I made sure to hurry there. The manager is Italian, she likes to curse at me for being late in Italian. Fortunately I made it on time. "Hey Carson" Aurora greeted me. Aurora is my manager. "Hey sleeping beauty" I replied. "Aren't nicknames suppose to be short?" She asked. "Usually" I said. I grabbed my apron and put it on. Aurora was twenty two years old. Older than me obviously. I'm eighteen. "How's college?" She asked as I was preparing a drink. "Um... good?" I said. I swirled caramel into the coffee. She just looked at me. "Well, I mean, it's only the first day" I replied. I put the drink down on the counter. "Addie!" I shouted. "Yeah, so how was your first day?" She asked. "Nothing worth mentioning" I shrugged. I walked back toward the front counter. "Sorry to hear" she simply said. She let me get back to work without any distractions. Nothing interesting happened, just making drinks and calling out names. I finished a drink and put it on the counter. "Gloria!" I called out a name. Probably my last one because it was almost ti- "Hi!" I heard someone say. I jumped a little and looked over at the suspect. "H-hi" I said awkwardly. "I think I've seen you around in my classes, you go to Wingston University?" She asked. "Uh, yeah" I scratched the back of my head nervously. "What's your name?" She asked. I could see a group of girls giggling at a table looking over at us. "Carson" I said slowly. "Cool! Maybe see you around then, Carson" she said. I just watched her walk back to the group of friends. Yep, she's part of their group. One probably dared her to come and talk to me, that's how it usually happens. I began to walk out since it was the end of my shift. They only do that with guys that are hot. Flattering. I continued to make my way out. I got in my car and drove home. I lived by myself, in a small apartment, filled with comics. I loved comics, all types. My T.V. stand was filled with video games. Video games, comics, and ice cream, probably my three favorite things. I decided to make myself something to eat. The rest of the day was filled with video games.