What She Wrote About

Chapter 1

They always said that high school would be the best years of our life. I beg to differ, for one in high school they still made us eat when we were assigned to. Also, we were told what to do all the time. We can't forget about the occasional rumor or gossip being spread throughout the year. What's so great about that?
Coming to UA was the best decision I had ever made for myself. If I'm being honest, I had no plans on what to do after graduating high school. I was surprised to even graduate. I never cared for High School, I only did the bare minimum just to please my parents. I guess, you could say that I've just been living for them and doing what makes them happy rather than myself. That all changed, when I graduated, I realized I need to do what makes me happy, not anyone but myself.
I'm sat under the shade on a old wooden bench outside of the freshman living quad. Notebook in my lap with my pen rested in the spirals. Brent Faiyaz is blaring through my ears, while I enjoy this moment. For once, I feel so comforted to know I have peace. If I were home right now, somebody would be pounding on the door with an unreasonable task, that would take me away from my peace and quiet. In this moment, I'm thankful.
I notice a few people passing by in groups of threes, fours, some even by themselves. Everyone's so excited to be here, which I can understand why. We're all finally adults and in college, ready to take the world on as it comes. I notice a group of shirtless guys tossing a football back and forth, near a group of girls sunbathing and chatting away. Times like this make me wish I wasn't as introverted as I am. It would be nice to have girl friends to lie in the sun and talk about boys together.
I must have been staring at the guys tossing the football longer than intended, because it's not too shortly after I lock eyes with the warmest brown eyes I have seen. They're full of mystery, but yet kindness as I throw up my hand in an awkward wave. Our eyes never left each other's as he returns a warm smile, showing off his crystal white teeth, blinding even. I briefly look away, putting my notebook away into my satchel. Gosh, I hope he didn't think I was a complete weirdo for that.
I feel movement to my right and look up to only be met by those warm eyes again. I notice his body, covered in a glisten of sweat, his Nike shorts hung perfectly on his hips, and his abs were toned perfectly. His skin, a bronze color, as if he was made by the Greek Gods.
"Hey, I'm Demetrius" he says offering a warm smile and his hand extended. I internally panic but I keep it suppressed, "I'm Chanel," I say softly, looking down at my shoes to keep my eyes from body scanning him any further. "That's a pretty name. You going to the freshmen fling tonight?" He takes the seat next to me, making the interaction less awkward, comforting even.
"I didn't plan on it, it's too many people" I meet his eyes and I notice my hands are calmly placed in my lap. "Well, you should definitely come, it's like a tradition the school has." He says like a cool person would. I notice he has a charismatic energy about him.
"Maybe," I say with a small smile.