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Green Eyed Monster

Sanaa in the media

one week later:

    I groan as I roll out of bed--my tiny yet comfortable bed. Setting my alarm an hour early has left me time to actually put myself together. At least for the first day of class I could look decent, although, my Mother always tells me you should always look your best, you never know who you'll see. Today I want to look good but Iv'e never really had a good sense of fashion and just tend to throw on whatever matches. Rummaging through my drawers and closet I find absolutely nothing, but I figure when In doubt just wear black.

I check my phone and only see a few missed calls from my relentless Mother.

I'll just call her back later.

 Some how I get ready much faster then I had originally thought I would. Straightening my hair out of its curly state and adding just a little makeup, I figure that I really don't need that much. Don't get me wrong, I'm no prize, but this is just a 8:00 AM English class not a pageant.

It surprises me that my dorm mate still isn't here considering she actually should have been here two days ago. I would have liked if I could have already gotten that awkward "hi" and "bye" out of the way, but I guess that'll just have to wait.

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 I take my time leaving my room and, even though I'm now excited since some of my fears from last week have now flown away, I'm  still very nervous. I just want everything to go well.

It's still very early and the sun is just now starting to come into full view. It's relaxing, the cool crisp air is refreshing, and everything is quiet. Only a few other students are up other than me and they all seem to have people to talk to. Whether they just met or have known each other for years, at least they're not alone and bored. Regretfully, I didn't leave my dorm much in the short time Iv'e been here, so I haven't really met many people. Other than few conversations down at the Cafe which I chose to return to after my embarrassment started to go to the back of my head.

Before I could take another step to enter the building, I'm stopped directly at the door when I hear a low whisper.

"Hey.."

I turn my head over my shoulder and I see an extremely handsome and familiar looking man gazing down at me. He has bright hazel eyes and he's stands tall with prominent cheekbones. His lips are full and are pulled into smirk. The glimmering sun kissing his warm toned skin. He's gorgeous, and I cant even bring myself to speak I find myself studying him.

For a moment I wonder if he's even speaking to. I check behind me to be sure before a misunderstanding causes me to embarrass myself.

''Uhh..yeah hi I'm...Sanaa'' I say timidly. He flashes his bright smile. He reaches out for a handshake which I take happily. He takes notice of the confusion evident on my face and chooses to speak up.

"Erhm sorry. Hi, my name is Marcus" he nervously introduces himself offering a shy smile.

Growing the confidence "I'm Sanaa" I say timidly still a bit confused.

He flashes a bright smile and then reaches out for a handshake which I am obliged to take. 

I tilt my head up to get a better take of his features, and then I recall a boy on the grass and a ball in the sky like a bird, " the football boy..." My though slips from lips and I quickly pierce them together

He chuckles as he throws his head back "is that what I'm known for?" He bites his lip, "I promise you there's more to me than that."

"I believe you" I blush.