The Collegiate Romance

Chapter 1

Morana's pov

It was too fucking early to be up and ready for English. English wasn’t my strong suit, but it was something for me. If being the worlds best Forensics Psychologist didn’t work out, then I’d be an author… Or do something else. Who knows?

I was still here with Mavis, aka, my bestie. She and I went back. Not like diapers way back, but middle school way back. Like for anyone to stick with me this long, I have to need some type of therapy. Or this bitch is crazy.

She’d been with me through thick and thin. Through the good, the okay, and the times where I’d questioned my importance of existing.

Right now we’re waiting for the professor to start class. Mave and I were just sitting at a desk. It was warm in the classroom but the early sun felt good on my skin. I was wearing an outfit that showed my tattoos, but not all of them. I enjoyed my tattoos. I had a half sleeve on my left arm, all marvel. I have tattoos all over my back from skulls to anything to an eminem lyric or a Edgar Allen Poe quote. On my thighs I had several dirty sayings. On my collarbones I had vines with a snake. More on my chest and stomach I had a rib cage slowly decaying, but it had flowers and some crows.

If I wore something that covered my arms and stomach, no one would think that I had tattoos.

“Excuse me?” I heard a deep voice came from someone who was either tired or has the same voice condition an artist I listen too. “Can I sit with you guys?”

“Up to her,” I pointed at Mavis. “But honestly, I don’t care.”

Mavis was wearing breezy pants. Something light and breathable. She wore a Hanson shirt, and she a cardigan on. Her makeup has been the same since high school. Eyeliner with some color and shapes around her eyes. Her curly hair came down to her shoulders, and her bangs were freshly cut yesterday. Her hair was recently dyed too; her usual marron hair, but this time she got her roots done. The black roots make her hair pop.

“Sure,” She scooted a little and so did I. “See Morana? These bench seats are so much better than school tables.”

“Anything is better than those school tables,” I smiled, and looked back at the stranger. “I’m Morana, what’s your name dude?”

“I’m Jack,” he stuck his hand out. “And you’re Mavis?” He looked at my best friend and it was like “zing” from a kids movie about monsters. “It’s nice to meet both of you guys.”

“Yes, I’m Mavis. Creep.” Mave turned back around awkwardly.

“Sorry, she’s got her issues, but we’ll get used to each other,” I laughed. “I wonder if the professor is as old as dirt.” I laughed quietly. “Like who’s last name is Barnes?”

“That would be mine.” A tall man with messy dark hair addressed me. He was in a dress shirt buttoned up except for the top two buttons, and he had a name tag on. “Good morning everyone, welcome to English 103. I’m sure I can trust that all of you have gotten your textbooks together?”

I’ve already fucked up. I insulted the professor and he was right in front of me. Dread filled my stomach as well did embarrassment. These emotions were cold and made the hair on my arms and the back of my neck raise.

Fuck.

“A textbook?” Jack questioned quietly.

“I’ll give you the PDF that I found online,” I whispered. “I’m going to fucking kill myself…” I mumbled ever quieter. “Oh, Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“Give Mavis your number, I’m not that reliable,” I smiled.

He his demeanor changed. He was bright when he talked to Mavis. Love at first sight, or maybe he had a degrading kink.