The Chosen.

Thanks for the lift

My alarm blares from deep under my pillow hardly making a sound, luckily i've never been a very heavy sleeper. I have dreaded every single Tuesday, Thursday and Friday since the beginning of the semester, I don't know why i let my advisor talk me in to an 8am. To be fair at the beginning of the semester i was a completely different person. I was a goody goody, never missing a deadline, never even missing a class. All changed when i met my roommate Sloane, I don't mean to say that like it's a bad thing. It's not. I hardly experienced life before dorm 142 and i honestly don't know how i functioned. Rubbing my face with my hands i try to scrub off yesterdays eyeliner and some of the drool crusted to my face. "SHIT!" i say looking in the mirror at the stamp on my cheek that was once on my hand. I slept so hard i transferred the logo stamp from the bar on to my face. Sloane groans and rolls over in her tiny dorm bed, i notice she's in her dress from last night and a pair of pajama pants pulled half way up her legs. I chuckle to myself at the sight of her hanging halfway off of the bed wearing the most ridiculous outfit known to man. I check my watch, 7:48, i need to go now if i want to make it to class today. Our douche bag of a professor will shut the doors at 8 am exactly not letting in anyone who is late, no matter the circumstance. I swear he's on some sort of power trip, i also swear he's sleeping with his TA Rebecca but that's not the point i'm trying to make right now. The elevator opens and i jump out dashing for the doors, running outside i see the shuttle i need to take to the other side of campus. it leaves at 7:52 on the dot, i check my watch again 7:52. Fuck. Removing my hands from my pocket to take of running again, i step off the curb and eat shit.

"UGHHHH...." I groan rolling over half way between the curb and the ditch. "OOOF!" says a couple of guys who watched me smash my face into the concrete. "Are you okay?" says a boy bouncing toward me in a jog to help me up, but in my embarrassment i throw my arm over my face to hide it. "Yep, perfect. Meant to do that." i refuse to look at him to save myself at least some of the humiliation. "Here let me help you up!" he says grabbing and tugging at my hoodie sleeve that lays across my rose colored cheeks. Giving in with a sigh i take his arm as he lifts me softly from the ground, i bend over and dust off the rocks from my legs. I look up tentatively meeting his eyes, are you shitting me? Of course he's cute. Why would he not be?

"In a hurry?" he asks with a little giggle, i notice his adorable little smile. "No... i mean, yeah. Yeah." I look up at the empty spot where the shuttle once parked "Well, not anymore." I definitely would miss my class by now. Great my 3rd absence can't wait to tell my parents i'm on academic probation... again. I break my eyes from the empty parking spot looking at the boys beautiful face once again as i rub my hands together dusting them off. He wears heavy eyeliner around his big brown eyes, his nose points up ever so slightly coming to a button at the tip. He smiles noticing me admiring his incredibly androgynous features. "Sorry, think i'm concussed." I say my eyes narrowing trying to not admit what i was actually just checking him out. "Mmm. Mhm." he opens his eyes wider nodding his head in agreement not wanting to out me either. Taking a few steps walking backwards i shout out to him "Thanks for the lift!" "Anytime!" he shouts back to me with a little wave of his hand painted with black nail polish. I reenter my dorm room with a huff of my breath and throw myself on to my creaky wooden bed. Today fucking sucks already and i don't want to deal with it so i've had the most ingenious idea, I will go back to sleep.