When I woke up this morning, I checked my wrist. The cuts were still just skabbing. I decicded to wear the wrist brace I'd had since I broke my wrist two years ago. I didn't have a roommate, I had opted out for one, claiming claustrophobia, which I did have. Just, not as bad as people thought it was. I had gotten a good sized dorm room close to the outside walls of the building so there wasn't much noise usually. No one visited me, no one bothered me. That was the best and worst part.
Being alone and being lonely are two very different things. I thought as I pulled on my skinny-jean type combat pants over my legs like pretty much everyone else does in the morning. They're forest green and cameo, and I love them. I paired it with a tight(for me tight was more of an 'ish') black t-shirt. I decided to let my dark brown hair hang long and loose down my back putting on minimal makeup, I pulled on my badass black bombat boots and grabbed what I think looks like Katniss Everdeen's hunting bag with all my stuff in it, and went into the hallway. I had decided to show i was skinny and not be that green blob in the back of the classroom.
Ironically the class I hated second to math (ugh math) was my first class. it was speech. I dont even know why I fucking chose the damned class... I hate people, I hate people talking, i hate talking to people. (ugh, people). I'd think this was a breeze when the bell rang and signialled our departure from class. I had math next...A shrill sound correupted my thoughts that included hatred and math. Sigialling that I was late. Damnit, Kesseriah, youre late. Again.
I tried to come very quietly, and maybe a teeny bit late to class, letting my dark bangs fall in my face, keeping my head sort of down but not down enough that people would make me fucking insane asking me what was wrong). But I was pretty much clotheslined by someone's whole body. I landed rather ungracefully on my ass. I looked up from my seat on the ground, through my hair of course, which had decided to be cliché about the whole affair, and fall in my face even more. Greyish-Blueish ones stared into my dark green ones. His mouth gaping at me. WTF is his deal? I thought to myself.
"Shit," I muttered. My bag had slipped from reach, but nothing had fallen from it. My butt hurt, I wish I wasn't so bony, I'll probably have a bruise later. The fricken cute wall in front of me snapped his mouth shut.
"Sorry." He said very clearly and politely for the way he looked. He looked fresh out of a 'Sports Illistrated' magazine. Only with out the sportsy clothes, more of baggy jeans and a form fitting t-shirt. He smiled/smirked sexily at me and it was my turn to gape. He retrieved my bag for me after helping me to my feet. "This is yours?" I snapped my mouth shut and dusted off my legs. Trying to be discreet about getting the dirt off of my butt
"Yes. Thank you." I didn't like to lose the 'i'm-more-misterious-and-sexy-than-you-could-ever-be' game. I'd gotten quite good at it over highschool. "I started to walk across the hall towards the class/torture room door. I looking and flicking my hair over my shoulder before I went in, "I'm Kess. I didn't catch your name?" I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Ugh, Jay?" He stuttered
I went into the classroom, leaving him in the hallway, closing the door firmly behind me
You have officially lost the game you decided to start, bitch. I win.
Please comment, vote, follow or whatever. All i really want from you guys is for you to at least read it and keep reading it as I go along. I probably wont continue if there arent enough reads or votes or whatever the hell there are more of. What did ya think of Jay? Should Kess be seeing more of him later? And what about Kesseriah.(Kess-ah-rye-ah is how you say it if you were confused or wondering.) I love that name, I've never heard anyone use it before and am letting myself feel a little pride for being unique. Please dont hate on me for saying that I dont really do that all that often. Anyway I hope you enjoyed the chapter!!! Keep reading my little kickass bookwormies!!! Have a nice day whereever you are in this infinitely small universe.
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