Destination

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It's funny. I thought maybe coming to college would awaken something in me that highschool never did. Maybe I would care a little less about my studies and a little more about my social life. My currently non-existent social life, that is. But I have had no such luck.

The worst part is, I don't even mind. I have no desire to party my future away like the majority of the girls at my college do. Okay, that may not be entirely true. I would go as far to say I could use a little loosening up, but i can't help it. I was never popular in highschool, I wouldn't be surprised if half my graduating class didn't know my name. Somewhere in the back of my mind I guess I always hoped college would make up for all that I missed out on in highschool. I just haven't figured out how that's going to happen yet.

"Soph, I'm gonna grab a coffee before I go to the gym, wanna join" my roommate Maddie asks.

"No thanks mad, you go ahead, I'm gonna stay here and study for my bio exam," I answer.

"Course you are," She answers with a smirk and a small eye roll as she closes the door to our dorm behind her.

If one thing has went as planned since I went to college it's Maddie. I always pictured myself with a roommate I could stay up late with watching movies, binge eating and gossiping until 2 am. That pretty much sums up our relationship. Shes the closest person I have to me while I'm away, I have no idea what I would do without her.

The second she leaves I mentally smack myself for not going with her. The rest of my night is spent studying, drawing, and taking occasional yoga breaks to de-stress.

...

I breeze through my bio exam and immediately head back to my dorm to grab my notebook and pencil case. My favorite thing to do on Fridays after a long week is to draw. Every week I chose a new location and subject for my drawings. Last Friday I went to the campus coffee house and drew my chai latte placed very specifically upon a folded napkin with books and laptops on the table in the back ground. This week I wanted to switch it up.

I find myself a bench on the sidewalk in front of the lawn of the campus and plop down my notebook and supplies next to me. My scouting begins. I fixate on a couple sitting on the grass together sharing what looked like a picnic. Too cliché for any drawing of mine. Next I found this hipster looking redhead laying on her back in the grass taking in the sun with her hair wooshing around with the occasional blows of wind. Still not right. Finally this group of students catch my eye. I knew they would be perfect for what I was looking for.

They were a group of about 2 girls and 3 boys. One girl had long jet black hair dipped in bright blue dye at the ends and the other was an obvious bottle blonde. They both had on equally short mini skirts. The 3 boys all were wearing tight black skinny jeans laced with rips across the knees.

One of the boys stands out as the obvious best looking out of the group. He has this long, but no too long, brown hair, perfectly tanned skin, and pouty pink lips. His arms are covered in tattoos scattered about aimlessly. Every move he makes the blue haired girl isn't far behind touching him and running her fingers through his hair. He barely makes the effort to return the attention.

He was the perfect model for this weeks sketch. I try to keep my cover and not make it obvious I was staring at him while I try and do him justice on my paper. I found myself cursing under my breather every time the blue haired chick, who for some reason was starting to annoy me, would block my view of him. I couldn't explain what it was about him, but he just has this look that would make anyone want to grab a pen and paper and capture his face. I'm not usually into grungy boys covered in tatoos, or maybe I am. I'm not really sure, before now I never really put much thought into what boys were my type. I never had a boyfriend in highschool and definitely wasn't the school slut, but I did have my share of hookups and flings. But it's safe to say I never really gave guys like this boy a second look.

An hour passed and my sketch was about done. I captured his jawline, long legs, and curly hair, pretty well if I must say so. This has instantly become one of my new favorite drawings of mine for some reason. I find myself wishing I could run up to him and ask him his name. Of course, me being Sophia, that would never actually happen. But I had to stop myself from daydreaming that it would. As I packed up my things I threw him one last glance because if I was being honest with myself, I knew odds were I would never see him again. I could never picture myself ending up at a party or any place that his crowd hung out at.

As I fell asleep that night I couldn't help but dream of a dark haired boy with tatoos...