01 - College Days

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Max

I got up at the sound of something ringing in my room. I looked to my left to see my alarm going off signalling that I had to wake up. I got out of the comfort of my bed and walked to the bathroom. I took off my clothes but before showering, I looked myself in the mirror.

Furs have said that I looked attractive or even said I was really handsome. But every time I looked in the mirror, I see the same old face staring back at me. How can anyone really find me handsome when all I feel is just average. Okay, maybe not like average average. It's just feels strange to have anyone think I'm handsome.

It was rather weird trying to fit in here, you know. They see some guy who looks tougher than them  and they either want to admire them or challenge them. Unfortunately for me, most of these guys wanted to challenge me. I guess they wanted to show me my place by trying to punch me into submission.

Either way, they always run away with their tails tucked between their legs as they realised I'm not someone that they can decide to mess with. One thing I absolutely hate about some of these guys is that half of the student population are made up of rich kids who follow the stereotypical bratty attitude and the other half are genuine furs who actually want to learn and excel at their studies. Though, there are some rich kids who are pretty kind and nice so I'm not really gonna blame all of them.

It's easy to distinguish between the two since they carry themselves all differently. Rich kids walk like they own the place. The genuine ones walk as if they were intruding upon sacred ground. Though, that's mostly on campus. Off campus, everyone acts pretty normal at least.

It may sound almost funny but I'm also kind of guilty of being a rich kid myself. Though, I don't really care much to flaunt my status at every single fur that crosses my path. Even then furs, whether rich or not, always try to flock me and gain my attention. It started off as kinda nice but after a while, it got suffocating as I couldn't go anywhere without being bombarded by a group of 10 furs trying to talk to me all at once.

I think that was the first time I lost my temper in ages as I yelled at them about personal space and how annoying it is to be crowded. Ever since then, they are more respectful of my boundaries.

It always surprises me when someone says that they really liked me. As nice as that is, I'm just an average college student trying to live a normal college life. I mean, sure, I may look handsome and I've got muscles to back me up but I'm about as average as anyone can be.

I don't go out to parties, I don't go out to late night debaucheries and I have never really done all those supposedly exciting things that college students do once they have entered college.

It's not that I'm unlucky enough to not be able to try but rather I'm not really interested. Sex and alcohol may make it a magical night but once you're sober, you'll always remember what you did that night.

One memory that really made me sure of my decision is when I went back to my dorm late in the night and saw a couple of the frat kids just passed out drunk. From on the lawn to dangling from the window, it really made me uninterested in the whole alcohol thing. Especially when I saw a guy coming out of the house, just to puke in the bushes before passing out.

That moment alone made me extremely disinterested in even trying.

Putting my disinterest of alcohol aside, I had finished doing everything I had to do while I was internally monologuing. Shower, brush my teeth, getting dressed and even ate breakfast.

Honestly, this is just second nature to me to the point I can go on autopilot and not even realise what I'm doing. Before I even knew it, I had grabbed my bag, my phone and keys before heading out of my dorm room and into the rather silent hallway.

It's rather strange that it's quiet. Usually there would be a fur or two just standing here and talking.

I push that thought aside as I headed for the stairs and headed down to the ground floor. As I reach the entrance to the dorm, I feel a small body ram into me.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!", I hear a voice yelling out to me.

I look down at the small...husky boy. Though, calling him small wasn't exactly a lie but considering I am considered tall, he would be average height. His head only reached my chest.

Strangely enough, he looks familiar and even though he looks pretty nervous, I could see a sort of realisation sparkling in his eyes. I can't put my finger on it but I really do feel like I know him from somewhere.

God, keep it together! I've just been standing here, all silent while he stands there nervously twiddling his fingers.

"Oh, it's alright. I just wasn't looking where I was going", I replied.

"No, no, no! It's my fault! I was rushing and I-"

I clamped his mouth shut using my hands as I looked at him with my kindest smile.

"Don't worry. No one got hurt and that's fine."

I doubt him ramming into me could've hurt me but then again, it could've hurt him since I'm like a brick wall. He chuckles sheepishly as he scratches the back of his head. Come to think of it, he's kind of cute.

He's pretty built and he's got a cute face, though not a baby face.

"Anyway, my names Max Everfall. What's yours?", I say as I extend a hand to shake.

He looks down at my hand before taking it in his as we shake hands.

"It's Josh. Josh Tetherway."

"Well, Josh. It's nice meeting you but I need to get to class real quick. Here!"

I hand him my number before I wave goodbye to him as I head to my next class. What an interesting start to my morning.

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