Unrequited love

3»Blast From the Past

"Scarlett," Cyan said as we walked into the administration building. "I'm going to sign up for football."

"I know, douche. You got a football scholarship didn't you?" I said.

"I got an academic scholarship too!" He argued.

"I got two scholarships too, nut job."

"But you only picked one!" He exclaimed.

"That's because you could only have chosen one," I pointed out.

"Why didn't you choose the sports one then?"

"Because I don't want to."

Nicole was outside waiting for us with an old friend of hers.

"How're your dorm mates? I asked him as we approached the secretary's desk.

He grinned.

"They're awesome. We get along well."

So this is how the university worked:

There were five houses, and each house had two dorms, one for girls, and one for boys. The dorms were above the common room and were separated by one lone hallway.

The five houses were;

The House of Legends

The House of Lions

The House of Diamonds

The House of Emeralds, &

The House of Dragons.

Nicole and I were placed in House Dragon. Cyan was a Legend. Ironic how they had split us apart, wasn't it?

After we got our schedules, we turned around and went back out. Nicole still awaited us there. Nicole was a Fashion major, and her first lecture, the History of Fabrics, was in thirty minutes while mine, Literature, was about to begin. Cyan was majoring in Architecture and had no lectures that day. The lucky bastard.

He went on grinning like a Cheshire cat while I glared daggers into his skull 💀.

I hurried to the class marked on the map the secretary had given me and arrived at a class with C22 above the door. It meant that it was the twenty second class in block {or building} C. I pushed the door open and entered just as the bell rang and was greeted by a room of unfamiliar students all staring at me like I was a test subject for the Coronavirus bio weapon.

I wanted to shrink under the pressure of their stares. I knew what they were doing though. They were assessing me the way bankers assessed something's value; trying to see my worth. It was the typical high school stuff, but this time, there was something else that made it feel different.

On my first day of high school, I had worn full Louis Vuitton merchandise. That's what had made me a target for the mean girls who had pretended to be my friends, but in reality had only used me for money like the putta's they were.

My eyes scanned the room and found the only open seat at the back and next to the window. There was someone there who donned a Jujutsu Kaisen hoodie with his head on the table. I couldn't see their face since they had the hood pulled down, but it was obviously a guy. The seat next to him, between him and the window, was the only seat open in the entire class, but I guess it was understandable since this was a mixed class.

This meant that it was a mixture of students from different majors but still took Literature. I should probably mention that you couldn't do Lit. {short for Literature— I just don't want to have to keep typing it in since it's so long} without English, but you could take English without doing Lit.