Favorite Mistake

Chapter 2

I woke up pretty early even though I had a restless night. I would randomly wake up at night and stare at the wall. It was 6 a.m., and classes started at 9:45 a.m. The school wasn't far, but I still felt like I needed more time to prepare—to make room for the zoning out and random minor breakdowns. I felt so depressed. But I knew nothing was gonna stop me from going to school. I have too many goals to achieve.

I sat up and reached for the bag of chips on my nightstand. It was the one snack out of the 20 I hadn't eaten from the store. I wasn't even ashamed of the rolls I saw in the mirror beside me. I just embraced it. I can say those weren't there before meeting Adam. But at least I gained some booty, too. I almost went back to bed after eating those chips. I got up and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and took a shower. I did everything to look presentable. I put on a long-sleeved shirt with an oversized tee on top. Then, simple black pants with my favorite sneakers. I even put on my glasses, which I didn't really need anymore. I covered the dark eye bags I got last night with makeup.

I was ready to go.

I peeked through the door to make sure I wouldn't see them...but I didn't expect myself to since it was 8:15 am. I got into my car and went to a coffee shop. I ordered a pastry and coffee. I've consumed a lot of sweets and junk in just a few hours since that breakup. Im not even hungry; I'm just eating.

I left the cafe a couple of minutes later and went to school. I got there early—it had just turned 9. I still went and sat in class. I had nothing to do anyway and wanted to avoid them at all costs. Thank God I didn't have any courses with Adam. I opened up my notes and reviewed them before class started.

Students begin to arrive.

The professor arrives, and the lesson begins.

The professor is going over stuff I've already taught myself before choosing this major. Im bored, but I'm still listening for any information I can add to my previous notes. A boy enters the class. He's tall, which is the only reason he caught my attention. Also, I've never seen him before. He had dark skin and kinky hair. He has jewelry that makes his skin glow. It's not flashy or tacky at all. He looks clean and neat with a gorgeous smile. He smiled as soon as he walked inside.

"It's the new student. I don't usually introduce my students, but since you're in front of everyone, why don't you introduce yourself?"

I don't bother looking, but I can tell he's embarrassed or nervous.

"Uh, good morning. My name is Bryson. Sorry, I'm late. I got lost, but I'm happy to be here."

That's cute.

Someone should've came to orientation.

He was coming towards me. I didn't have to look to notice that. He tried to sit next to me quietly, but him putting his bag down was loud enough.

"Uh, hey, excuse me. Do you mind if I borrow a pen?"

It's his first day, and he's so unprepared. I slide the pen right next to his notebook.

"Thanks"

I didn't realize how deep his voice was. It wasn't scratchy or annoyingly deep. It was calm and fitted him perfectly.

"So Im majored in business; how about you?"

...

"Oh, I'm sorry, what's your name?"

"Don't talk to me." I came off mean, but I honestly didn't care. I was now officially through with men and focused on school.

"You don't have to be rude." He didn't sound bubbly anymore, but his friendly behavior was getting annoying anyways.

I continue with my work, not focused on anything else. But then I start to feel eyes just staring at me. I look to my right, and it's fucking Bryson. Im trying to ignore it, but it starts to become irritating.

"Will you stop?"

He quickly looks away.

It's finally after class, and I'm heading out the door. As I stroll through the hallway, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around, and it's Bryson. Why won't he leave me alone??

"What do you want!?"

"Friends, I want friends."

"Can't you see I don't wanna be bo- GASP"

Before I can even finish my sentence, im hiding behind Bryson. Wow, how tall is he? Im 5'6. Bryson must be 6'1. I feel very well hidden. But my dumbass peeks to see them. Adam and Emma. Emma looks at me and waves with a huge smile. She's so annoying...Adam glances over briefly but doesn't flinch to see me with another guy. Something in me is triggered. How could he not care now? I have no friends because of how overprotective he was. I guess I should accept that friend request.

"Let me guess, that's the last one."

I frown, and Bryson turns around to face me.

"UGHHHHHHHH YES. YES. IT. IS."

I went on a rampage about what happened and expressed how mad I was. He just listened. It was the most attentiveness I've gotten from any man—a stranger. He looked me in the eyes as I went on. He had pretty eyes. Even when my eyes would water, I would see a concerned look on his face. Bryson pushed my hair away from my face.

"Don't cry; he's not even worth a pout."

And he's right.

"Friends?" I said with a slight smile

"Friends"