“A mathematical function called the wavefunction provides information about the probability amplitude of position, momentum, and other physical properties of a partied…”
“I don’t understand any of this. I’m going to fail miserably.”
She felt a light tap on her shoulder. The very definition of perfection had smiled and flipped his midnight black hair out of his eyes. And those eyes were portals to the bluest oceans of the world.
“Do you understand any of this?” he asked.
Her brain tried to grasp the image of his face and understand what he was saying. She shyly answered with a low “no” and turned her back around to listen to the professor. She smirked to herself and her face flushed.
“My name is Chris, by the way.”
She slowly looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Jasmine.”
She turned around and thought of his naturally slicked back hair. His mesmerizing eyes had long and curled eyelashes outlining the eyes from inner to outer corners. His gaze made her melt and feel as if he was staring into her soul. He sure had the tall and mysterious look to him. Along with her thoughts she heard the professor distantly continuing his lecture in quantum physics.
“Mathematical manipulations of the wavefunctions usually involve…”
Jasmine’s attention focused on the professor just in time for him to dismiss class.
After she gathered her belongings and walked out towards her dorm she got stopped by Chris. He stuffed his hands in his coat pocket and walked along with her. He asked if she heardof a floor party going on in the Mitchell dorm house. She replied, “Yeah, I live there. It’s on my floor." He asked if she was going to attend the party and she responded with an embarrassed, “no.” She thought to herself how she planned to study and how she wasn’t a party goer. They arrived at her dorm and walked up to the floor party. Her room was the first room on the left. They saw all the colorful streamers and balloons littered on the floor; the big red party cups filled and some knocked over spilling on to the floor.
He waved goodbye and joined his rough-housing friends drinking out of a funnel. Jasmine quickly opened her door and shuffled inside. She slumped into the computer chair and took off her bag and jacket. She stood up to change into a shirt and shorts. She turned on her laptop and began to type her paper for the end of the semester assignment. She thought to herself that, “one can never be too prepared.” A couple of hours went by and she wrote the concluding words to the paper. Jasmine closed the laptop and lay on her bed to relax and take a break before attempting to study with the loud party music out in the hallway. She laid there thinking about all she needed to do and what little time there was for it all.
The door eerily opened and Jasmine turned to see it creepily opening with four fingers tightly grasping the edge of the door. She wasn’t really frightened at first because she usually leaves the door unlocked for Sienna on late party nights. Chris appeared clearly inebriated, stumbling over himself and smiling. His eyes were not the same and just looked like a void of blue. Jasmine asked in an anxious panic what he was doing and to get out. He closed the door behind him and Jasmine heard the lock click like an ominous echo. Her heart began to race and she felt the thumping in her head as her face became increasingly hot from fear. She was afraid for what was about to happen. Before she could even blink again, Chris had made it across the room and gave her the fiercest blow that knocked her out.
She awoke two hours later in immense pain from head to toe lying on the floor. She laid there on the floor for what seemed like forever in a puddle of blood; warm blood that burned her skin.
