The Bad Boy Goes To Harvard

Chapter 2

Emily

Never has a Monday morning been this happy. Why, you ask? Simple. It was the first day of Harvard's new year. Every newbie was like a kid on Christmas morning. I was in no way an exception. 

Ever since I've woken up this morning, I've felt a whiff of power and pride. I never had the chance to properly think about it before, but now as I look out of the window at the university I could only think one thing.

I made it.

With a lazy smile on my face, I walked to the bathroom. I hopped in the shower while humming Two Door Cinema Club's Something Good Can Work, my smile never faltering a bit. Since I woke up early, I took my sweet little time getting ready. With my Snoopy towel tied tightly around my chest, I walked to the closet and opened it silently, not wanting to wake up the drooling Hailey on the left side of the dorm. 

I picked out my red wine colored jeans, a cream colored crochet sweater and my black ankle boots with a gold buckle on each side. I let my hair fall around my shoulders to air-dry while I got ready. I was blessed with hair that dries in a little under an hour. I opened my makeup case and gazed at my palette collection. Half an hour later, I was done with my makeup. Usually it takes more time, but I was focused today. Everything had to be perfect, from my winged eyeliner, to my impression to the professors. I was about to untie my towel when I heard my roommate's groggy voice.

"What time is it?"

I glanced at my phone. "Around a quarter past 8." Our lectures started at 9.

"Oh, good. I thought I was late. You're an early bird," she added before closing the bathroom door behind her.

"I wish," I mumbled with a scoff under my breath. I got dressed and parted my hair down the middle and quickly curled it. I had made the same mistake of brushing it. Don't I ever learn? Brushing my hair doesn't make it look presentable. It only unleashes the beast that cannot be tamed.

I grabbed my black book bag and slipped in my MacBook; a gift I was given after being announced as Valedictorian in my school. I slipped in my phone as well and grabbed my keys before heading out.

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Since I was quite early, I decided to grab coffee from the coffee shop Hailey and I sat at the other day. I found a table with an empty cup on it. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through Pinterest, waiting for someone to come clear up my table. I felt a shadow infront of me, blocking the sun. I looked up.

"Oh hey! You must be Violet," I said with a smile.

Violet looked a bit confused for half a second, then reverted back to her original bland expression.

"And you must be in my seat," she said coldly.

I looked at the cup in front of me. "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought the cup was empty," I said. I got up and grabbed my bag. Violet glared at me while I looked at her with an amused face. I turned around and went to the table right behind her table. I settled my bag and went to get my coffee. When I came back, I saw Zack sitting with Violet, tapping furiously on his phone. I let my eyes wander a bit looking for Leather Jacket. He wasn't there. I grabbed my bag and swung it over my shoulder and headed towards the exit. When I passed by their table, Violet stopped me.

"How did you know my name?" She asked.

I crossed my arms over my chest defensively and looked at her with an uninterested expression. 

"My roommate went to the same school as you. We saw you the other day and she mentioned your name," I said with a ghost of a scowl on my face. She was rude and she expected me to be afraid of her. That pissed me off.