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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Coach stands in the middle of our huddle and congratulates us on our victory so far. The scoreboard is 7-23 and we're well into the safe zone until the game is over. The half time bell went off 3 seconds ago and I'm already darting towards the restroom.
The ones in the locker room are too far away since I drank too much gatorade. Zander, my friend since middle school, asks me to refill his jug and I tell him to toss it to me. Ella runs and jumps into my arms before kissing my cheek. "You're doing so good!!!" she jumps. "This will look bomb on our instagrams. Keep it up!"
I didn't get the chance to say anything before she runs off with her friends and giggle. She's always wanting to impress her followers but I would be lying if I said I didn't want to too,
The area in the bathroom is dark and I can barely make out which is which in these flickering lights. 'Come on,' I mutter to myself. 'This is Stanford, we should have an electrician or something.'
I walk to refill his water after doing handshakes with a bunch of guys in the stands. First, after looking around the bathroom for too long, I finally find it. Over the summer they had moved things around and rebuilt the restrooms and I still can't process the fact that there's no men or women sign on the door. I guess you just have to walk in and find out yourself if you're in the right one.
Someone is already walking there and beats me to it. I wait for a few seconds since their cup is small, but they keep looking up at the options like they've never heard of sprite or pepsi before. They're humming a melody that sounds like a car screeching and it's already getting on my nerves. I sigh. "Hey, can you speed it up? I have a game to get back to."
They swing around, and when I realize who it is, I swear I never laugh so hard in my life. "Looks like the 80s are back in fashion, huh?" I ask, still giggling over her big red wig. She rolls her eyes. "Your football team literally chose the game theme so why are you complaining?" I put my hands up in defense. "I didn't even show up that day. I had to catch up on some things."
She tilts her head like she's thinking.. "Things, huh? Well I'm sure it's not the project since you refuse to one simple task." Yolanda turns back around and starts filling up the cup with fruit punch. "I'm sure it's not anything school related in general," I hear her whisper.
I make a face. "What are you trying to imply? It's not my fault I'm smart and choose not to waste my time studying. I could be doing something I actually enjoy doing, and I hate to burst your bubble but that project is not on my list."
I move her cup out of the way to refill Zander's bottle. "You made a deal with me that we'll meet up sometime to catch up." "Okay, woah," I start. Talking to her for more than an hour & 45 minutes in class is more than enough. I don't want to add to that.
She cuts me off before I get to say what I was going to say. "I don't like it either that we have to do this, but my grades won't fail because of some guy who is never motivated to do anything and only cares about himself. I have a future."
