Challenged

Chapter One

Adeline's P.O.V.
I shut the trunk to my baby blue Hyundai Sonata as I pick up the last box. My life has officially began,all I need to do is unpack. I giggle to myself and climb up the stairs that lead to apartment 419, the place I will call home for the next few years as I get through college.

"Shit!" I shout as I drop the box and some of the items fall out and onto the stairs.

"Here let me help" I tall, punkish looking guy with blue hair helps me pick up my things and place them back into the box.

"Thanks" I say slowly.

"No problem Chicky, I'm Michael but you can call me Mike, Mikey...or whatever you want" he smiles, I can tell he's high off his ass by the way his eyes are dialated.

"Adeline" I smirk and go to shake his hand but he pulls me into an unexpected hug. Okay then.

"Addie" he smiles, "well I'm in room 414 if you ever wanna chill or get high, I got some dope ass stuff we could have a lot of fun" he jumps. It is so wrong how excited he is about getting high.

"Okay Mikey" I chuckle and walk past him and down the hall to my apartment.

"I love this place!" I walk in to my best friend Violet jumping on the couch.

"Same" I shake my head, "some guy just invited me to get high with him some time" I tell her.

"Fun!" Her eyes widen.

"Totally" I laugh and drop my box in my room.

I walk to the window and stare out into the view of San Francisco. I can't believe were actually here..San Francisco has always been a dream of ours and now that its a reality, its quiet a bit to take in.

Violet and I grew up together in Miami, the city of hot weather, hot guys, bikini's and beaches. Our childhood was so fun but we were always destined for more, especially since we live, breath, and dream Literature.

"Hey, I was thinking we order some Chinese" Violet pops her green eyes in my room.

"Yes! I'm starving" I smile so wide that it hurts. She nods and walks out.

I smile as I look out the window once more. Our first day of college is tomorrow and I need to prepare myself.

***
I awaken to the sun hitting my face. When I chose my classes I decided to get the earlier classes, so I can come home sooner.

I get off my bed, and pick out what I'm going to wear. I decied to wear some faded skinny jeans, and a tight turquoise shirt that says 'lunges and lip gloss' with my Jean jacket, with white Chuck Taylor's, and I'm ready to go to my literature class.

I get into my car, and turn on the music full blast, trying to drain all my thoughts away, trying not to be so nervous. It's not helping at all tho.

I arrive at Stanford University, and for some reason I'm less nervous then before.

I walk into to class and take a seat, preparing for the class to start. Literature as always been easy for me, so I'm really looking forward to this class, I've loved literature for such a long to. I can't picture myself doing anything else.

I feel someone tap on my shoulder. I turn to see a punkish looking boy. He has black sunglasses on not letting me see his eyes. His brown hair styled messy, with a red bandana wrapped on his forehead. He wore a shirt with holes ripped in it, taking off his black leather jacket and putting it on his chair.

"Do you have a pencil, or pen that I can borrow." He speaks with a strong Australian accent.

"Really, it's the first day of school, and you don't have something to write with." I say annoyed.