12:01 pm, I'm late. The first day and I'm late. I rush through the halls empty as they are, practically leaving skid marks as I go. I turn the corner.
"Woah!" I fall back landing on the ground with a thump. I look up a boy with mad hair black as night is staring at me.
"Are you okay?" He says standing up. He holds a hand to me.
"Yeah I'm just," I pause for a moment. "Yeah I'm fine," He holds a hand out to me. I grab it and he pulls me up.
"Thank you, now if you don't mind I half to go."
"What's your name," He says almost interrupting me.
"Scarlett," I say looking down at my feet. I rub my toes together.
"Oscar," he says holding a hand out. I look up, has the most brilliant eyes, one brown, one hazel. I shake it, he walks a few steps, turns around, and walks away.
I find myself drifting away as I sit in class. I keep thinking about him, about Oscar. His hair, his eyes, his body, his face. His amazing face. And his voice, ohh his voice. His amazing British accent.
After class I walked to eat lunch. I pull out my schedule.
University of Michigan
Scarlett Way
First Period: Math 12:00
Second Period: History 1:30
Third Period: Science 2:00
Fourth Period: Writing 3:00
Fifth Period: Art 4:00
Math, check. Next, history. Great. I pull out my peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I take a bite. Man, I need to get new bread, it's stale. The peanut butter keeps getting stuck on the roof of my mouth so I have to lick it off like a dog. While doing this I see a familiar leather jacket. Oscar. I quickly pretend that I'm chewing. I look again, he almost looks lost, like he doesn't know where he is. He shakes his head, and looks at me. I turn back to my pathetic lunch and keep eating. He walks over to me, and sits down.
"Are you new here?" He says, man I love his voice.
"Yes," I say still looking at my lunch. He nods and stares at the sky a bit.
"Freshman?" He asks. "Yeah,"
"Cool, sophomore." He says.
"I gotta go, I have classes soon." He says while standing up.
"Okay, what major are you? Art." I say while pointing to myself.
"Art," He says. Cool were both Art majors maybe I'll see him in Art Class. Before I know it he already walked away. I see him in the doorway.
"Bye!" I yell across the school. He waves and walks in.
