Junior Year; Day one and SHE's in my class. Shit: Liam
Monday mornign had already rolled by, my first day back to class. Unlike most of the students here, I had taken no efforts to get out of bed. I was starting off with one of my favorite courses physics and would not let slothish ways rupture my happy buzz. My mind began to wander, taking advantage of this rare presence of "buzz." I wonder if she—.
The moment I realized what I was doing, I swung myself under a shower of ice cold water to wake myself. But my brain wasn't taking the hint. While pulling on some jeans it carelessly meandered toward questions such as, What's her deal? Talk about high-maintanence. Whatever, I could always find a replacement. I mean, we weren’t really togeth—.
I grabbed my keys and headed out. The roads weren’t too busy. I raced illegally through the lanes, knowing if I didn’t, I would be marked tardy, therefore considered absent. Professors usually thought you were at home, sulking upon a summer party hangover. Not good for my image.
I finally got there, parking my bike and grabbing my bag. When I entered the room, science materials occupied the tables; test tubes to silica gels. This was my place, for sure. I took a seat at an empty table that had an additional Bunsen burner, when a large group of girls came laughing in. One of them saw me isolated and came to my table slowly, like a model on the catwalk. She had short blonde hair and small brown eyes. Not too bad in mountain ranger either. See, getting over Airi would be effortless.
“Hey, I’m Cassandra. Who. Are. You?” I grinned at the cocky attitude this girl possessed.
“Liam. Sup?” I gave her the usual answer, this time, genuinely not caring.
“Oooh, like the name. Nothing really. Just came here from Michigan. I was the only one who got accepted here so I’m pretty new. I would love for someone like you to be my tour guide.” I zoned out as she continued her babbling, focusing on the white board that was labeled “Objectives.”
“So what do you say?” I turned my divided attention back to her.
“Say in what?”
“Being my tour guide?” As she said this, none other than the angel from hell walked into the room, still looking screwable in shorts, a Relay for Life shirt, ripped up Vans, and her black hair tied up in a loose ponytail. Airi turned to look at me, knowing she recognized the far away face. She had a slight scowl that satisfied me completely, but I decided to go a little farther.
“Your hair smells so good,” I whispered, as I leaned into Cassandra, my nose almost grazing her neck. Truthfully, her hair smelled awful, like the strong scent of cinnamon. I came back for air, to see her blushing.
“Thanks. It’s some herbal shampoo my mom bought me. Apparently it makes people look prettier because of some chemicals.”
I mentally corrected her knowing herbal shampoos don’t use chemicals. That’s why they’re tagged as “herbal.” Class was about to start. A guy and another girl ended up sitting with us.
“The name’s Devin. This is my girl friend Marley. How about you?”
“I’m Liam.”
“And I’m Cassandra. But ya’ll can call me Cassy.”
“We know who you are. Jesus…,” said Marley, looking uninterested. I compressed a laugh.
“Yeah, we’ve been in school for four years together,” claimed Devin, looking at her. I raised an eyebrow at Cassy, indirectly calling her a liar.
Class was alright. Mr. Rimber explained the objectives, lessons, labs, everything that was pretty much on the syllabus. I worked hard to keep myself awake. The descriptions of materials and lab safety were already familiar to me. When class was finally over, I subconsciously walked to Airi. Realizing what crime I had committed, I turned away, acting as if I was coming over to look at some of the chem posters. She unacknowledged my presence and walked out the door, books in her hands.
As she left, a paper slipped from her book. I reached down to read it.
To Do List:
· Buy goggles
· Get ballet shoes
· Buy flash drive
· Print out lab
· KILL LIAM.
At least I was still on her mind. I smiled, knowing the list had just made my day.
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Teen FictionAiri, a nineteen year old college sophmore, enjoys the single life. Just when she's sure that drama will be avoided, you have Liam, the godly soccer player with a perfectly sculptured body and a mind of his own, come into the picture. So what happen...
