Brisk Inflation

Chapter Three

       "Stop! Please!" I scream trying to run to them but I seem to not move an inch. The same distance between he and I, I scream as tears well up in my eyes. "Don't do this! I love you!" My actions aren't under my control, who is he? I watch a man walk to the edge of the building turn around. Just before he falls backwards off the building he says; "This is what you need. I love you, Bay. Goodbye." He crosses his arms and lurches off the building. "No!" I scream continuously.

      "Bailey, Bay, wake up." I feel my shoulders move. I shoot up and scoot back into the couch. What was that? Who is he? I couldn't even see what he looked like.

        Olive is caught off guard; "I'm sorry I had a bad dream." I say getting closer to her. Trying my best to let her know it wasn't her I was scooting from. 

       "Okay, as long as you are okay." She half asks. "I think I'll go to my room. Maybe being in an actual bed will help. Sorry for waking you." I apologize again and rush off to my bed room and get engulfed in sleep when my head hits the pillow.

        It is my second day in New York so Olive and I decide to explore the neighborhood for the day. We buy tons of unnecessary things for the apartment along with clothes which is mostly her, I am not much of a fashionista. 

       The campus is closed for the last half off the day we explore it until I find myself yawning on a park bench so we decide to go back. Tomorrow is the first day of college, man am I psyched. I spend two hours organizing and reorganizing my books. My outfit is laid out, books are in order, and my alarms are set. Looks like it's time for sleep, that sounds like a good idea.

       Buzzing fills my mind, I reach out and swat my phone to turn the alarm off. I bounce out of bed and rush to my dresser where my clothes are laid out, I scoop them up and run into my bathroom. 

      The water helps me relax about my first day, I hop out dry off and blow dry my hair. I plug in my curling iron and wait for it to heat up while I put some blush on my cheeks. My straight hair has always been so boring to me, I enjoy the loose curls better then it.

        Once my hair is done, I get dressed into dark skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, green army jacket, and a red scarf, at this point I have 2 hours to make it to my first class. I apply a small amount of mascara and a thin line of eye liner, I look at myself and see barley anything different from the high school Bailey, expect for a better outfit. College is my turning point and I don't want to be the same me. I am hoping for a change.

       I have finished my look so I grab my bag, walk down the hall and knock on Olive's door; "I will be out in a minute." She yells from the other side. Coffee seems like a good idea plus one of the countless appliances Olive bought yesterday will become a use. 

       Sweets are my falling point, my coffee is half black coffee, half French vanilla creamer and a lot of pure sugar. Olive stamps her way into the kitchen and grabs herself a cup of coffee; "When are we leaving?" 

       "About twenty minutes so we can make it to our first classes on time." I perk up just at the thought of college. I stand up and head for the door, I slid on my black high top converse; "Where are you going?" Olive asks. "I'm going to start the truck. I go down the elevator with my coffee in one hand and key sin the other. 

       "Hey you." A man from behind me says and I turn to notice the landlord again. "Oh, hey." I say a little uneasy. "So your starting college today, right?" he asks. "Yeah, why?" "Because my son is about your age and I figured he could show you around. His name is Bec, he is a sweet boy. I'll call him, any where he could meet you and your friend?" Well okay then. "Yeah, at the front office. I don't really know where anything else is. Thank you very much." He laughs at my gestures. "Okay I'll tell him. Have a nice day." He turns on his heels and strides away.

       Well that was a little awkward, but I proceed to the truck and ignite the engine. This truck means a lot to me, I have had it since forever. My dad had it when I was born, one day it broke down and left alone until I got my own job and fixed it with the help of my brother, Chris of course. 

       My thoughts are interrupted with my bag being thrown on me and Olive jumping into the car; "Well lets get going lazy butt," she teases me. "Okay, okay. I'm going." We both laugh as I pull out and take the twenty minute drive to campus.

       It is absolutely vast, gorgeous and beyond explanation. I've been here before but the impact is just now hitting me. Stereo Hearts plays on the radio, my best friend sings along as I pull to a stop. "You ready?" I ask her. "Only if you are," she reply's looking just as intimidated as me by the university. "Well lets get to it," I climb out of the cab with my bag on my shoulder and coffee in my left hand.

       Olive and I intertwine our arms to walk up to the marvelous place, "I think my class is this way." I say and she pouts. "Okay, I'll see you in Dramatic Literature." We hug goodbye and go our separate ways, my first class will be music.

       I enter the classroom which isn't the setup I'd imagined. It's actually like a huge studio, I already love it. My professors name is Mr. Haldwin, he is younger, attractive, and very sweet. A tall man with a navy cardigan and tan pants strolls in, he looks very put together and kind, he sits next to me; "Hey my father is your landlord. I'm sorry if he creeped you out he was trying his best at being nice. I'm Bec, you are?" I laugh. 

       "It's fine and I'm Bailey." I can already tell he and I will be good friends. My next class pass just as quick as the first, my professors name is Mrs. Bastly, which gets on my nerve for some odd reason.

      Time for Dramatic Literature, I have been waiting all day for this class even more after I learned Bec would be there along with Olive. I receive a text from Olive: Green Olive - Wait for me outside of the doors. I wanna walk in together to be powerful and junk.

       I laugh at the text a reply with: Okay, greeny. I'll be here. Hurry up.

       She never fails with surprising me and running late on her first day, but I love her. "Hey now give me your arm." She orders and pulls me into the room. To have most of the class stop a stare for a brief second, almost every goes because to babbling but I still feel eyes on Olive and I as I sit down next to Bec. Class flies by faster than I anticipated, along with the rest of the week but that last class I always enter to feel someone's eyes on me.