19 year old Yolanda Khan is lucky to be going into her 2nd year of the college she's dreamed of: Princeton University with her twin sister. After she gets a spot in her Zoology class, Yolanda is determined and would do anything to keep her spot and...
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I walk into zoology wearing completely different clothes than I put on this morning. After what happened 30 minutes ago, I'm not in the mood, and probably won't be for the rest of the day. I wince after closing the door behind me too loud and everyone turns around. Some girls next to each other whisper in the other's ear and she giggles. One of them I remember. She dated one of my friends and is now trying to get with me.
I find my seat next to Camryn who's half asleep before Professor Ryan, our teacher who's in his mid 30s, notices I was gone. His back is turned towards the board as he writes down notes that I can never seem to read. I nudge Camryn's shoulder when I sit down and he jumps. "Oh hey dude," he says slowly, slurring his words. He's always slumped. Or maybe high. It's always one of the two, sometimes both.
I sniff his hoodie and laugh. It smells of alcohol and cigarettes. "Oh yeah. If someone snitches that you smell like a trap house, you're out." He rubs his eyes. "It's just the clothes, I swear." I shake my head, smiling. "At least make it seem like it, cause right now you are very see through."
Camryn leans in. "Well if you keep showing up late you'll be kicked off the team," he says. "I'm surprised you're still passing. Oh, wait. You pay people to do the work for you." I playfully punch his shoulder. "Hey, work smarter, not harder." I sigh. "And plus, it wasn't my fault this time. Some girl, probably a freshman, bumped into me with those sticky drinks."
He chuckles. "Lattes? Frappichinos? I swear, I've seen so many people drinking those today. What is the deal with them and their shit drinks? Literally though... I took a sip out of my sisters once and I immediately had to use the restroom. You don't want to know what went down in there."
I accidentally snort out loud then play it off with a cough after. A girl sitting behind me kicks my seat as she shushes us loudly. Now everyone turns around. I wipe her spit off the back of my neck and turn around. She's wearing two pigtails with glasses too big for her face.
"Don't make me throw your book across the room." I can't remember her name 'cause I don't care. All I know is that she's on the cheer squad with my girlfriend, Elle. She's the captain of most clubs, student council and president. I first saw her in my geometry class with her short auburn hair and freckles, and we've been together since.
"You won't," she dares, rolling her eyes. She continues writing notes before I snatch it.
"Mr. Kennedy!"
I turn around, her book still in my hand. Camryn is trying hard not to burst out laughing, with his hoodie covering his mouth.
Professor Ryan is staring straight at me with his hands on his hips. He's wearing a suit with his hair slicked back. People used to make fun of him because he lives alone with no wife or children, but I see that as a win-win. Teachers here make a ton of money, and he gets to spend it all on himself. In my opinion, he's living his best life.
