Stick to the Plan

Ch.8: Surprise in Southern California💐

Today was my first day of classes at USC, and I didn't know how to feel. This was going to be my last year of undergrad, and I already got all the general courses out the way.

Now it was time to have my fun.

Last class of the day; Health and Development for the Young Child. I needed to know this if I wanted to be a teacher.

It was really interesting, but the most interesting part of the class wasn't the lecture.

It was the girl sitting next to me.

Long dark waves flowing over her back, tan skin that was golden from the sun, perfect brows, subtle makeup, and a cheeky half-smile on her face as she wrote something down in her notebook.

I knew where I was sitting.

I sat a seat over from her, pretending to be on my phone as my heart did backflips at the scent of her perfume. It was something Victoria Secret. Tease. No, Bombshell, like her.

I finally worked up the nerve to talk to her.

"Hey, I love your bag," I said slyly, noticing her Vans book bag. Vans was a cool brand that only cool kids wore. My eyes panned over to the skateboard propped at her feet and it all made sense. It had bright neon green wheels, and a painted picture of Bart Simpson on the back. He was leaning on the side of the board cooly.

"Thank you!" she chirped, finally noticing me. When she did, she smiled brightly.

Morgan was all but forgotten.

"What year are you?" I asked, wanting to get to know her.

"I'm a sophomore," she said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. I found it so cute. My heart did a flip again.

"I'm a senior. The name's Emery Watson. What's your name?"

"Jennifer Garcia. Pleasure to meet you," she replied, sticking her hand out. I grasped it, immediately getting flashbacks of when Morgan did the same.

But I shook this out of my head.

"This school better be all it's cracked up to be. I just moved here from Alabama. Where are you from?" I asked.

"San Fran originally, but I grew up in a small town called Martensville. It's in Pennsylvania," Jennifer explained. I nodded, interested. "And trust me, this is a good school. At least, from what I can deduct," Jennifer said. I chuckled.

"I'll take your word for it. What are you writing?" I asked, looking at her notebook. It was full of cute little doodles.

"Oh this? I'm just waiting for class to start. But you've become a much better distraction, so thanks for that," Jennifer told me, beaming now. I felt myself blushing. Pretty girls always did this to me. I was a sucker.

"You're welcome," I said, winking out of nowhere.

Now it was her turn to blush. It ignited something within me, and my head was suddenly filled with images of me on top of her, watching her face turn red as I dragged my fingertips all over her body. I was so used to being on top. I was used to conquering.

And something was telling me I should go back to my old ways.

I was just about to say something witty when the professor walked in. She was a short, older-looking blonde wearing glasses, and she told us to take out our laptops to look at the syllabus.

And that was where our brief interaction ended, or so I thought.

About half an hour into this hour-and-fifteen-minute-long class, Jennifer handed me a folded piece of notebook paper.

And here I thought the whole time she was taking notes.

It had cute little drawings of egg people on it, and it read,

So I've been looking for someone to party with around here and you seem like a lot of fun. Would you be down?

I scribbled my reply quickly and handed the paper back,

Absolutely!

I glanced at her to find her smiling at the note, a full smile this time. She twirled her pen and began to jot again. When she handed me the paper, it had her number on it.

Sweet.

I took out my phone discreetly and added her to my contact list, but I still wanted to use the old fashioned method. It just seemed a lot cuter.

I scribbled a new note and passed it back,

It has never been this easy to get a girl's number. What are they putting in this Cali water?

She giggled at this, covering her mouth to stifle it. I couldn't help but smirk.

The fluoride is getting to my brain! Eek! Help!

She replied, and now I was the one laughing. The teacher noticed me and assumed I was looking at memes on my phone. She told me to put it away and pay attention.

When she turned around to write something on the board, I looked at Jennifer and rolled my eyes dramatically. I elicited that cute giggle again, which made me infinitely happy.

When class was over, we chatted a bit while walking to the door.

"Where are you off to now?" I asked, trying not to pry too much. But she complied.

"Probably gonna get some food. Wanna come with? My treat," she said. My heart did that fluttering thing again. I could not believe this!

"Of course! I would love to," I said.

But my breath caught in my throat as I saw who was waiting for me outside the door of the lecture hall.

It was Morgan, holding a bunch of assorted flowers in her hand.