So the day was finally here. Today was my first year of college. Was I nervous? Fuck yes I was nervous. "I don't know anyone here," I thought to myself as I was getting ready. My worries started taking over my mind. "What if no one likes me?" "What if the work is too hard?" I couldn't keep my mind clear if I tried.
When I was finally ready I grabbed my stuff and walked to my first class.
Once I got there I had no idea where to sit. There were a couple of girls sitting in the corner but eww vaginas. There was a couple trying to eat each others faces in the back row. And obviously the nerds in the front row. So I decide to just sit in the second row. There were three open seats next to each other so more room for me I guess.
Once class was over and I reached my next class I sat in the back. Thankfully no one was sucking face back here. Then someone sat next to me. A guy.
"Hi," he said, his voice way too cheery and excited for a college class. "Why are you sitting in the back?" he asked. "Because I'd rather not sit in the front." I guess my reply was a little too mean because he got a hurt look on his face. "Sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to be rude. My first class wasn't really the best. "That's okay," he said, "Anyway my name's Liam, what's yours?" "Harry," I told him. "Harry, I like it," Liam said. "Thank my parents." This earned a small laugh from Liam. For some reason I felt like he might be my first friend at college.
So class droned on, no one really paying attention to what the professor was saying. Liam's phone vibrated saying he had a text. After he read the text he roles his eyes letting out a small laugh.
"Who was that?" I casually asked. "My brother, Niall." "Oh," I said not really knowing what to say. Thankfully class was over.
"Hey, before I forget here's my phone number," Liam said handing me a folded up piece of paper. And with that he disappeared.
