Seducing the captain of her school's basketball team was not the way Noah Bennett thought she'd start her first year at college. But when she's offered a huge amount of money by one of the most popular people at her school, she agrees.
What Noah doe...
Hypothesis; I, Noah Bennett, am a living, breathing, clutz.
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"Shit on a stick." The curse words were out of my lips before I could even stop them. I'd just ripped my hall pass in half. The hostel porter before me gave me a pitiful look as I continued swearing in my own language.
Today was not a good day.
But it wasn't always a bad day. I mean, you'd expect more from your first day at college, am I right? I swear it had something to do with this school. The second I'd driven through the front gates, my two-year-old hand-me-down car from my dad gave up the ghost, sputtering and shivering and shaking until it finally passed on to the great beyond right in the middle of the school entrance.
As if that wasn't embarrassing at all, I had to come all this way on foot while tugging all my luggage behind me beneath the incinerating sun and cursing under my breath as other students watched my predicament like I was freaking Netflix. And to make it worse, when the security officials told me to bring my stuff over, so they could verify them, one of my braids caught on the zipper of my suitcase!
Now, I was going to bring out my hall pass when it got stuck and with just a little pull, the damned thing ripped right in half. To think it was made of glossy paper. I thought those things were immune to tearing.
Life blows.
"It's fine, dear," the nice lady said with a thick African accent. She stretched out a hand for me to give her the pass, and I did. At least, I gave her half of it.
"Noah Bennett?" She lifted a brow at me. It wasn't a judging stare, unlike the ones I usually got. Yes, my name sounded masculine, so what?
I nodded.
She squinted through her glasses at the edge that had ripped. Apparently, that was the place my room number had been typed. "You're going to be staying at 203A." She looked up at me, handing the pass back and smiling warmly. "Just take these stairs," she said, motioning to the first flight of stairs right beside her desk. "Your room's on the third floor. Second room on your left."
I smiled back at her and began drawing out the handle of my suitcase, ready to embark of round two of this walk of shame. "Thank you so much."
"It's fine dear. I'm Mrs Smith, find me if you need anything." Her brown eyes were welcoming and nice-unlike my experience here. She was like a ray of hope, just more human.
I nodded and began tugging away. "Sure. Thanks."
The waiting hall connecting all the female hostels was pretty big. Along a wall, there were a number of stairs, each leading to a different block. The stairs were labelled A-E, so it was pretty easy to spot the place I was headed.
