The Situation

ELEVEN

Bella POV

The alarm on my phone blares way too loudly making me groan into the morning air. I slept until the alarm went off. The mornings don't bother me, but today I could murder the phone for waking me up at seven. It's Tuesday, the first day of school. I'm nervous, I haven't been in school in two years.

Holy shit it's the first day of college! Like college college! I took college credit courses in high school, I don't even know what everything's going to be like.

While cursing at the morning I start getting ready for school. I'm not the type of person who really cares about what they wear and fixing themselves up for classes. I'm lazy and don't want to spend my energy worrying if I over did it.

I finish the small battle of putting on my skinny jeans and lace up my converse to walk to see if Libby is up. She sits at her crowded desk putting on a deep shade of red lipstick. Her hair is pin straight and parted perfectly in the middle, while my wild curls are tucked behind my ears. We are literally night and day different.

She has a white onesie with a black and white checkered skirt outfit with black heels on her messy bed. She's going all out this morning, that's something I admire about her. She dresses up for herself and not for others, she dresses the way she wants.

Not me.

I finish making us both an easy breakfast smoothie when Libby comes out of her room. I know she doesn't like to eat after she puts her lipstick on so I figured drinking through a straw would allow her to actually get something in her stomach instead of starving until lunch.

"I made some morning lunch," I tell her and slide the cup to her. She giggles at this. I never could pronounce the word breakfast right. Ber-f-fist is the best I can pronounce. After an uncountable number of people have pointed it out and try fixing my words, I end up calling it morning lunch. She gives me a smile and takes a seat at the bar with the smoothie in her hand.

"What's your schedule today? I forgot." She asks with a mouth full.

"English, Psychology, Early Childhood class on Monday/Wednesday; and the freshman class everyone has to take and a math class on Tuesday/Thursday." I roughly give her my schedule. I have a few breaks in between. She informs me what and when her classes are. She's willing to drive me to campus on Monday/Wednesday classes in the morning, but I stay later than her so I can walk back. I appreciate her and this is just until I can buy a car.

Those two mornings are the only time we leave at the same time; I don't mind walking the 20 minutes to campus. I appreciate her offering to drive me at all. Plus, I can stop at Stella's in the morning for a small coffee most mornings I walk or just stop by to say Hi. I need to invest in an umbrella, it's supposed to rain later on today and I have to walk back, the joy of not having a car.

Cole doesn't like mornings at all. When we made our classes, we put his earliest class at eleven in the morning, and I will not let him wake up to drive me around. Cole and I talked everything out yesterday, he apologized for saying his hurtful comment and I apologized for acting the way I did and not telling him about boxing.

He told me he wouldn't support me fighting anymore and won't come to any matches. He said it nicely and out of concern for my wellbeing, but that didn't make it sting any less. I want to box; I like the feeling it gives me, and I told him I was still planning to continue to box. This is something for me, I can have control over a situation and can decide, most of the time, how the match will end.

I have taken care of myself for a long time and made my own decisions in life and I will not let anyone take that from me. Cole is important to me; he's my best friend and he knows how I am about my newfound freedom here.