Train Station

The room is way more bright than it's supposed to be, so I look for my cellphone in order to know what time it is and I totally freak out because I'm already late, shit, I'm too late and today's the first exam of the semester. I don't have enough time to wash my hair so I just go with a messy bun and run as fast as I can and maybe I'll get the next train on time. 

While I'm almost at the train's door I run into someone and my stuff are now all over the floor, excellent, today is definitely not my day.

When I try to pick them up someone is already passing them to me, I smile and thank him, then I get inside the train and there he is again, the same handsome, gorgeous and good looking guy, who is smiling at me and looking right into my eyes, this is weird. I realize that we're almost at the University, probably we stared at each other the entire way, who does that? Anyway, I stand up and prepare myself to run again because my exam started thirty minutes ago, I reach the door and for some bizarre reason the guy reach the next one, but I don't have time to overthink about it, I just want to get into the class, even though it's a little bit hard not to think about it when the guy is on my heels and keeps going in the same direction, like he's chasing me, until the last aisle when he turns to the left to register's building and I turn to the right heading to Mr. Jenkins class.

"Miss Wyatt you are late."

"I'm so sorry, it won't happen again, I swear!"

"I'll let it pass just because you are my best student."

"Thanks."

"This is your exam, go ahead and take a sit, don't waste any other minute of your time."

Thank God today is the Appreciation of English Literature exam which means it's not that bad for me. Around ten minutes later I'm in the middle of the test when someone opens the door, I instinctively look up and, noooo way, there he is, the same guy, I can't believe that this is actually happening. He's talking to Mr. Jenkins with a piece of paper in his hands; I guess that's his schedule. He finally notices me and smiles at me, I smile back at him because I don't know what else to do and then I continue with my test or at least I try.

Fifteen minutes later I'm successfully done and walking toward Mr. Jenkins to give him my test and then I'm ready to leave this classroom.

As soon as I'm outside I realize that I have a break of two hours before my next exam, I think that it is a good time to visit the library and review my biology notes.

"Good morning Savvy."

"Morning Mrs. Collins."

Mrs. Collins is the kind woman in charge of the library, she knows me pretty well since I'm here almost all day every day and she likes to call me Savvy because she says it's clever. I'm not like a "sociable" person, I'm nice to people and people are nice to me, it's just that not everyone can stand me reading all day without paying that much attention to their lives, so they stop trying to be my friends, now they just wave at me when I'm on their way. In fact I don't really have friends but I'm good with that, it's my choice, it's not a big deal, besides I don't like to be the center of attention.

An hour later I already have read my notes like a hundred times and I feel like my brain is going to explode, I'm staring at the window trying not to think about biology for a little while when I realize that there he is again, but this time he's not alone, he's surrounded by -how they like to call themselves- "The Party Squad," what a stupid name to be proud of. They are Sophia Brook and her two friends, Brenda Kurtz and Valery Talbot, those girls are kind of the dream of almost every man; they are like the typical models: tall curvy and thin, they always wear dresses or shorts, like really really short skirts and heels, NEVER sneakers and of course they NEVER go out without make up, they wear a lot of makeup actually. I wonder if they sleep wearing makeup just in case, because you never know when you have to run out of your house or if someone will show up on your window. I don't understand how they can stand all of those things, I am definitely not like them, in fact I'm the quite the opposite of those girls, I'm a little bit curvy yeah but I'm small and my hair, oh good Lord have mercy, it seems that my hair has its own life and it takes its own decisions because sometimes it's the most beautiful hair I've ever seen, oh man, but the other days it's the worst, most of the time is messy and something kinda wavy and if we talk about the color, Jesus Christ! It's dark blond hair, some people think it's brown because is something between brown and blond, maybe it's just that the color depends on the day or the light, I don't know. I wear glasses. My grandma used to say that I'm like a walking photograph and that I need more clothes, she also says that my neighbors sure as hell think I have nothing to wear since I always wear ripped jeans, basic t-shirts or sweatshirts and converse, but I love dressing like that, it's so freaking comfy and that's exactly the reason I can't understand why those girls love to dress like they do, because I really truly deeply HATE heels and I almost never wear makeup, even though when I put on makeup it's just mascara and sometimes a little bit of lip-gloss.