A few years later
I finally started college. I've dreamed about going to Laraque University for as long as I could remember.
It's a few hours away from home, but far enough for me to do whatever I wanted.
I shared a dorm room with my new friend, Brookes. She was a redheaded badass.
She didn't even care about college. She said that her parents made her come, so she did.
But she does have the brains, though.
Alot has changed since i've finished high school.
Dale has gotten into the Fashion Industry and have gone away on multiple business trips.
I miss him alot. But we call and text nonstop, so I'd say that we're just fine.
On the other hand though, I haven't spoken to Zayn in quite some time.
Everything was all rainbows and sunshine until he changed.
He had a change of heart.
Haaa. Get it?
Well it's not funny. He left me. Cold-heartedly left me, then started sleeping around.
He became an infamous player. He killed more and more people and then,
The last time I saw him, he stared at me coldly while I passed him in the hallway.
Something wasn't right with him. But I was too scared to even ask what it was.
So I moved on with my life. Well, I attempted to.
I'd say I did a pretty great job at it too.
And that brings us to the present day.
I sat with my now blonde hair, in class. The Professor was ranting about historical sights, right here in town.
But I wasn't interested I was too busy staring at the clouds outside.
It was hot out there and the clouds moved at an extremely slow pace.
Students outside chatted, probably skipping class to go do something else.
I wished that I could be them. But I knew how much this means to me.
Sighing, I tried my best to pay attention, but it was no use.
"Filled with thoughts today, are we?" Brookes asked from next to me.
I turned to her and chuckled softly, being careful not to catch the attention of the Professor.
I nodded, scribbling down whatever he wrote on the board infront of us.
"I heard we have a new guy." She said, leaning back in her seat.
She propped her legs up on the desk and ignored the look the Professor gave her.
"Some say he's pretty hot too." She continued, smirking at me.
"What're you trying to suggest?" I asked, pausing and looking at her.
"You're single. Have a little fun, Champ." She said, doodling in her book.
"Did you just...call me 'Champ'?" I asked, trying my best to hold in a laugh.
"Damn right I did!"She said loudly, immediately attracting the eyes of the Professor, Mr. Collins.
They stared at eachother for a while before she smiled and winked at him.
He shook his head and looked away. But I didn't miss the slight smile on his face before he did.
"You fucked the Professor?" I asked, shocked as I turned to look at her.
"No. I'm fucking the Professor." She said proudly and I gagged.
"That's gross! His balls probably looks like used teabags." I told her.
But she just grinned widely and turned to me, purposely licking her lips.
"Just the way I like them." She said and at that point,
I lost all of my brain cells.
That's gross. This man is in his late 50s for fucks sake. I'm suprised that his stick even works.
This doesn't suprise me now that I think about it. Brookes basically does whatever she wants.
That's why I admire her. She just does not give a fuck.
Class was soon over and I walked outside, leaving Brookes to stay back and 'talk' to the old man.
I skipped toward the canteen, feeling happy for no reason.
I walked through the doors and immediately walked over to the line.
As I waited, someone walked up behind me and wrapped their arms around me.
"Hey, Chica." His deep, masculine voice called.
I turned around in his arms and grinned at my friend, Aiden.
He was tall, buff and tanned. His eyes were green, just like mine and his hair was also blonde,
Just like mine.
I hugged him tightly and he chuckled, hugging me back.
"Where have you been?" I asked him, pulling away slightly.
We have most classes together. To which he has skipped for the last five days.
"I've been around." He said, smiling down at me.
I nodded and turned around just in time to be at the front of the line.
When I got what I wanted on my tray, I walked out of the line and stood there,
Waiting on Aiden.
He smiled in appreciation and I returned his smile.
Aiden and I have...done things. Which we decided we wouldn't do anymore.
Instead, he has become one of my closest friends. He's always there for me.
"Let's eat here. But after I want to take you somewhere." He told me, leading me toward a bench.
I smiled at him and sat. He sat next to me and we started eating.
"So Spring Break is coming up." He said, biting into his sandwich as he looked at me.
"I forgot, honestly." I told him and he rolled his eyes.
"Typical you." He replied and I rolled my eyes this time.
"How are you spending it?" I asked him, sipping my juice.
"Any way you want to." He winked playfully and I laughed.
"Weirdo." I said, still chuckling and he just smiled.
We finished up our lunch and walked out of the canteen together.
We stood infront of the elevator and he pulled me closer to him.
I smiled up at him and he returned it, leaning down and kissing my cheek just as the elevator doors opened.
My breath caught in my throat we finally pulled apart and I looked up.
My heart dropped to my ass and I stood there, frozen as I stared back at familiar silver eyes.
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