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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It's not some days where I don't feel like going to class, it's everyday. But this Wednesday in particular, I had to. There's soccer tournaments going on all day and Camyrn and I plan on locking ourselves in the dorm throughout Professor Ryans class to watch Jamaica and Algeria play.
I'm about to leave to grab some breakfast before it begins since he's too lazy to, when I hear a loud banging on the door. Camyrn jumps as he wakes up from his little princess nap.
I spit out my mouth wash, turn off the water, and put a shirt on. I begin to get annoyed when they're still banging harder and harder. "I'm coming! Jeez, people are impatient these days," I whisper under my breath. This reminds me of the last time when Elle was banging on my door because she swore up and down that she saw another girl in my room.
But this time surprisingly, I have no idea who it could be since she's too busy worrying about something related to her and her cheerleading thingy majig.
I open the door, ready to go off on whoever's being this loud so early in the morning, especially knowing that this is my dorm room they're banging on. People know me around the school and they know how I don't tolerate anyone's bull'.
But it's Yolanda. She's wearing a pair of oversized jeans and a Taylor Swift hoodie. It's not a surprise she likes her music. She has 'swiftie,' written all over her. Even though I don't know how she got my room number, or was allowed up here since she doesn't live in this part of the school, I try to not look as concerned.
"Look," I begin. "My bad for not showing up to class...." Yeah, I have nothing else to say to her. She squints her eyes like she doesn't understand what I just said - as if it was stupid. Maybe it was. She scoffs and looks away as she crosses her arms. "You can't be serious right now." I raise one eyebrow. "What do you-" I can't even finish my sentence, because she starts tearing up and lifting her sweater above her face and my heart completely drops.
"What's wrong?" I ask, lightly touching her shoulder. I suddenly feel bad for constantly letting her down, which I never thought I'd be able to feel that way. Especially with her.
It's silent for a few seconds after and I don't know what to do besides stand there awkwardly. I want to comfort her even, but 9 times out of 10 she'll sucker punch me in the stomach because I deserve it. "Here." I open the door further to let her come in after looking to see if anyones watching. I'm sure people have already passed by the other hall and saw her. She looks up. "I don't want to step foot in your stupid room," she says in a bitter tone.
I clench my jaw. "Look, I just want to make sure you're okay." Or at least know what's wrong. I mean, at the end of the day it's me she came to. Yolanda finally accepts with a hard sigh, and we walk in.
Camyrn is on the phone with Jason arguing over which team's side to be on before it starts. Apparently they were fighting for no reason because Camyrn was on the wrong channel this whole time. I swear, he's slower in the head than me. He notices her standing there, with her runny mascara and nose, and his eyebrows raise.
