Electric Love (USC Series Book #3)

chapter four

ELECTRIC LOVE
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LILLY

So far, college isn't what I anticipated. Truthfully, I haven't gathered much of a gauge on the whole concept as of yet, seeing this is only my second class of the day and the first one consisted of much fewer people, but the point still stands. The scariest thing about it so far that I have found is the number of students in every class. I can't help but find it overwhelming and it makes me feel so insignificant and isolated.

I never had many friends in high school, so even sitting in this class next to Camille is a foreign experience in and of itself.

Prior to moving into my dorm yesterday, I was so anxious at the prospect of being forced to live with somebody who wanted nothing to do with me, if you exclude the daily awkward small talk. On a good day, I can't hold a conversation, so the idea of having to do that every day? Absolutely frightening.

I had some time to settle into my dorm yesterday before I had to face the most dreadful part. The dorm was much larger than I had expected. Aidan had planted so many preconceived notions inside of my head about the dorms, recounting his 'horror' stories from his freshman year, not with his own roommate, but other stories. In hindsight, I shouldn't have taken his stories at face value, especially considering he is a six-foot-something giant built predominantly of muscle. And in comparison to my five-foot-three stature, I think I would fit into a dorm room much more comfortably than him.

And I also seemed to have lucked out on roommates, too. It was only around an hour after I had finished unpacking when my new roommate showed up. Camille introduced herself and immediately welcomed me and treated me like a new best friend. It felt... good to be looked at rather than through. And one good thing is we share most of the same classes, which means I know at least one person in each. Not that I am completely opposed to or unaccustomed to sitting by myself in school, but it is a comfort.

Through my eyelashes, I look up at Camille. She has yet to sit in her seat beside me, still sifting through her belongings and searching for the right things. She pauses and a flirty smirk pulls at the corner of her lips, chased by a suggestive wink. Who it was aimed at is lost on me.

Another thing I have gathered from Camille rather fast is her flirtatious nature. On the walk to class alone, she made googly eyes and aimed them at more than a couple of guys walking across campus. So her winking in class wasn't enough to make me swivel my head completely to see who it was towards.

Camille finally sits down, landing in her seat with a loud thunk. She feigns an excruciated groan, weaving her hands through her hair as a means of reprieve. "Ugh, I am praying this class is not as boring as the gossip around school insinuated."

I skim the pages of my textbook, busying my hands with something other than fiddling with my ring. "I am sure it won't be too bad. We're only doing it for a semester, too."

"I don't care if my misery is short-lived, it is still misery, nonetheless," she says, offering me an annoyed side eye that elicits a soft laugh from me. She instantaneously seems to perk up when the professor walks in, nudging me with her elbow discreetly. "At least the professor is hot."

I catch a glance at myself at the professor. Nothing about him seems even the least bit attractive to me. "He is in his fifties, at least. And has a whole family, no doubt."

Camille waves a dismissive hand, blatantly ignoring my presumption about our professor. "Same, same." She turns around, perusing the lecture hall again. "The people in this class aren't too bad, either. Maybe I could set us up on a double date with somebody in here. You seem a little too-how do you say?-innocent. I think you might need to get out more."