The Nerd Has A Boner: Extras

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Sarah's POV

"Fuck you. You couldn't even make me cum," a girl from outside the dormitory yells to a guy walking away. He flips her off. It's morning, and I didn't get any sleep.

I'm on my way to my class that I take with six other classes every week with two at night. It's almost Thanksgiving break. Everyone seems to be in a bad mood or packing to head home. I'm probably the last to leave my dormitory.

I decided to go to this college in the town of Cinder. Very far. It's an okay college. My tuition is paid with the cash prize from Falcon. It's enough to cover all my semesters here. They have journalism too. I have a roommate, Donna. She never bothered to talk to me after she mumbled how she couldn't coordinate her room with someone who likes dark colors and doesn't go out to drink.

My parents didn't come to settle me in. I had already left Oceanside.

My major is journalism. They require everyone from our previous lecture to make a newspaper and print it out to hand out. A way of getting to see if anyone gives a shit. I don't think they do. In college, people hustle and go about their business. Nobody has time to stop and gossip.

At least, not me. I'm not known here like Falcon High. I'm just another student. I rather keep it that way. I've already gotten used to it three months in. I want to do journaling of current events. It's simple and the facts are there.

Oliver. I haven't talked to him in a long while and haven't seen him in three months. He has a scholarship. We're still together. He still tells me he can't wait to see me before we are going to Oceanside for Thanksgiving break.

Oliver's coming today, and I'm nervous. I'm really nervous. I don't know why if I have known Oliver for a year and more. We're together, but I've been away from him for so long for the first time. It's weird.

I had breakfast in my dorm this morning. I have my newspapers printed to give out today. My finals are done for my other classes. I could try where I have my lectures, etc. I have a few classes today before I head back to my dorm to get ready to meet Oliver. He's staying and then we'll drive home. Donna headed home a week ago. It's empty and quiet. As usual.

Mother and Papa have been okay last I heard. She has been staying away from the drugs and Papa has been taking care of Max.

I crunch leaves under my boots and mashed puddles of wet leaves. The fall breeze is cold as shit. I'm not sure how people wear next to nothing to class. I'm bundled in a scarf and boots with Oliver's hoodie on. I haven't gotten into the coffee mojo. I wake myself up late at night with a light smack to my face and a furious scribble of words onto my finals. It's worked. Sometimes.

There are piles of leaves everywhere and squirrels carrying acorns. The campus is a decent area. I have known my way around after getting lost a lot. I never had to leave. The canteens here are okay. It's not bad, but I don't always go because shit, it's expensive. I'm living off of canned soups some days. But, my grades look better than how messy my dorm is.

I reach my first class and sit down. It's a large room just how I thought college would be. The lectures aren't that boring if you focus on the notes.

The class goes by, and I'm onto another class. I hand out newspapers that I made based on the current events at the college. I had done journaling of it last week. People just refused or ignored me. I don't think everyone will. Once I reach my journalism class, I offer one to the professors at the end of the class.

"No thanks, it would defeat the purpose I gave the final. You have to hand it out to anyone but me. It's a test," he said.

"Oh, I knew that," I withdraw the newspaper back to me with the stack still in my arms."Anyone read it?" He asked.