Something In The Orange

                                    Chapter Five.

Z: Brother incoming, can we have the dorm?

I rolled my eyes at her message, getting out of my comfy, warm bed. It's almost midnight, and she wants me to leave. Shocker.

Me: Yeah, I guess. Lmk when you're done.

I grabbed my black converse, sliding them in my feet to accompany my grey sweat pants and black cropped tank. I guess I'll go for a walk around campus. I grabbed my phone and headed out the door.
Luckily they aren't too strict on the rules around here. So I went out the door with ease. I'm going to sue this to my advantage....

Me: I'm letting you get laid. You owe me.

D-Dawg: you're the best sister ever :)

I rolled my eyes, stuffing my phone in my pocket and began to walk around campus. Being out here this late at night was peaceful. The busy sidewalks and roads stood still, the air perfectly humid, almost able to taste the salty air. The moon lighting the way. Just, peace.

"A girl like you shouldn't be walking out this late a lone," I heard. I turned around to see the last person I expected.

Sage.

"What're you doing out here," I turned back around continuing to walk. "Just got back from the warehouse. Why didn't you show?" He ran to meet, walking and meeting my pace. "Would you believe me if I said I didn't like movies?" I asked. "The REAL reason?" He pushed. I rolled my eyes. "I need to focus on school, not parties."

I could feel the judgment coming from him. He definitely didn't agree with my answer.
How could he? He's the typical party college kid who doesn't take schools seriously. This is just a free pass to party, hook up, and do whatever he wants.

Just like my brother.

"Focusing on school doesn't mean you can't have a little fun. It's only your second day, new girl. Have some fun." I rolled my eyes at his comment. Maybe studying is fun for me.

It's not. BUT, what if it was. He wouldn't know.

"I don't have time for," I paused making air quotations. "Fun." He laughed, still, continuing to walk by my side.
"Well, what's fun for you?" I stopped dead in my tracks, turning to him. "Don't you have some blonde to add to your body count or a beer to drink or something?" I shot. Annoyed at his presence and attempts to get to know me.

He looked taken back.

I shouldn't have said that. I don't know him.

"So quick to judge," he hummed. "I'm right where I want to be." I looked at him in shock, waiting for what comes next. A smart ass comment? A flirtatious grin?

But there was nothing. Just silence. I looked at my feet, started to walk again.

"Wanna see something?" He questioned. I gave him a concerned look. "It's nothing bad, I promise." Hesitantly, I nodded in  agreement. "Come on," he motioned with a nod in the other direction.

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"Here we are," he held out his arms. I looked around to see the college football field. Slightly lit up by the lights, illuminating the white paint on the grass, a glare off of the yellow poles. It's a lot bigger in person.

"It's pretty out here," I admired the open scenery. It's calm. "I come out here to think," he started... "such a big place, all to myself. It's quiet." I looked over at him, the lights reflecting off of his green eyes. He looks illuminated. Intimidating.  I broke my gaze when he looked over at me, I quickly looked out at the bleachers.

He walked to the middle of the field and laid down on his back. "What're you doing?" I asked. "Star gazing," he said. "Come join." I looked over my shoulder and then back at him. "It's late, I should go." He sat up, looking back at me, "what's wrong new girl, afraid to be with me alone all night?"
I rolled my eye and crossed my arms over my chest.

There's the smart ass flirty comment I've been waiting
on.

"Come on," he nudged, "I dare you."

Taking a deep breath I walked over, sitting down beside him, and we both laid back, staring up at the stars.

Silence fell between us both as we just laid there, getting lost in the sky.

"You really don't like me, do you, new girl?"

I turned my head to face him, him already looking at me. Our faces inches a part. His eyes meeting mine, making my heart race. My mouth felt dry, palms sweaty.

"You haven't given me a reason to like you, so why would I?"