as y/n walked down the campus of her new school, she felt a mix of excitement and nerves, but mostly nerves since she was already 25 minutes late on her first day.
prior to this, she had spent 20 minutes crying about her— now— ex-girlfriend, then about her horrible outfit choice, then about her confusing courses, then cried even harder when she realized how badly she messed her makeup up... then how she didn't have her makeup bag to fix it... and then even harder once she saw how late she was to her first class.
on the bright side, it stopped raining.
the campus was bustling with college students hanging out. some were laughing and chatting with friends on the benches, the main stairs or the grass, while others hurried past, heads down, trying to avoid eye contact.
y/n knew that with her numerous beaded and crystal bracelets, her many waist beads, her platinum blonde accessorized butterfly locs, and her "not so common" sense of style, she wouldn't quite fit in, but that wasn't something that really bothered her.
"yo, girl! duck!"
looking up to see where the sudden loud noise came from, she saw a group of boys horsing around near her and warning her to move.
duck? she asked herself as she lifted her head, seeing their football rapidly flying towards her. between her reaction time and the impact of the ball, the ball was faster.
one of the same guys violently shoved into her, jumping to catch the football with one hand. y/n yelped as she stumbled, almost dropping her tote bag full of her books.
the girl quickly regained her balance. it hasn't even been 5 minutes and she was already embarrassed and annoyed.
"reaction time slow as hell... you good?" they guy asked her, playing with the ball. she looked up at the taller man, his brown eyes looking at her with worry. "tough morning, huh..."
y/n forgot she still had mascara running down her cheeks.
"sorry... s'the rain..." she awkwardly chuckled, readjusting the straps of her bag back on her shoulder.
"nah, don' apologize... i get it." he jogged back towards his friends, but backwards so that he could still face the new girl. "and shits' on us. dumbass over there can't fucking throw!" he shouted that last sentence so that his friend could hear his diss.
"nigga, fuck you!" y/n could hear his friend answer him.
y/n chuckled at the boys she'd probably never see again as she walked inside her new college. she went to the nearest bathroom, quickly wiping away the mascara stains caused by her tears and fixing her look with the few products she brought.
