What An Idiot (cth) «Discontinued»

[4] Samson

I don't remember falling asleep. Scar must have stroked my hair until I dozed off. I just know that when I woke up in the morning, it was to the normal hustle and bustle of a school morning.

I sat up, in the same black sleeveless turtleneck and yoga pants that I had worn the day before. I dragged myself over to my part of our shared dresser and pulled out a cute summer dress. It was Spring, so it was heating up again. Besides, I adored this dress, so why not?

I threw it on, then laced up some grey converse. I shoved a bunch of binders into my school bag before heading into the kitchen.

Vivian was shoveling handfuls of dry Cap'n Crunch into her mouth whilst brushing her hair, Scar was frantically searching through the fridge for a donut she had left there a week ago, and Ken was shoveling toast into her maw while trying to finish up what looked like some homework.

I glanced over her shoulder. It was a form. The title read, How To Deal With a Pesky Customer.

Kenya was studying to become a telemarketer or some sort of person like that. I had no idea why, as it seemed like the most tedious job in the world. Ken just loved working with people.

Vivian was working to become a mechanic. She worked a job at an auto repair shop, and often came home with grease marks on her cheeks. She was mostly just an assistant, but she learned more every day, and her bosses were very quickly realising what a valuable resource she was.

Scar wanted to become a singer. Well, that was her dream goal. In the meantime, she was trying to become a producer. This meant that if she did make it in the singing biz, she'd be able to produce her own music. At least, that was her logic. We all had tons of faith in Scar. If you'd heard her sing, you would too. She had also taken dance for five years, so she was pretty talented there, too.

As for me? I want to become a teacher.

Before you all start freaking out about how underpaid teachers are, I know. I don't care. I want to pass on my knowledge to the next generation. To be specific, I want to teach English. Either that or Theater Arts. I did theater in high school, and it was an amazing experience.

Anyway, we all had quite busy schedules because we had such high demands for what we wanted to be. But we were willing to work hard for it.

I put some Pop Tarts in the toaster, and asked the kitchen at large, "What's up?"

"Where's my donut?" Scar asked, straightening.

Vivian set down the box of cereal, rolling her eyes. "It was, like, two weeks old, Scar."

"You threw it away!?" Yelped Scar, her voice rising in pitch.

"No," Vivian sighed, folding her arms. "I'm not that stupid."

Silence.

"I ate it."

I roared with laughter while Scar struggled to keep a straight face. Ken slammed her pencil down and shoved the last corner of toast into her cheek. Then she grabbed the paper and pencil and dove towards her bunk, pulling schoolbag out from under it.

My Pop Tarts were ready, so I grabbed them, picked up my bag, and stepped over to the door. "Ready to go?" I asked loudly.

"Yep!" Ken called, appearing at my side and flashing an adorable smile my way.

"All ready here!" Vivian nodded, swinging her school bag over her shoulder.

"I guess... I'll just pick up a donut at lunch," Scar pouted.

"Cheer up, grumpy gills!" I told my friend, smiling falsely. "We're off to college!"

As one, we let out a collective groan.

~~

The professor dismissed our class, and we trudged from the lecture hall, eyes heavy with sleep. I trudged down the steps, my book bag clunking uncomfortably against my hip with each step.

My classes were done for the day. I had a shift at a Game Store starting in an hour and half, so I wanted to get back to the dorm.

I was lost in thought, walking across campus. I thought of Calum. His smile, his innocent giggle, the look of confusion when I kicked him out of the flat. Goddammit, why wasn't he easier to hate?

Then I remembered our good-bye the day of graduation. Him pressing his lips to my hairline as I told him to stay safe. My friends cat-calling. Luke calling by my full n--

"Oof!"

I ran head-on into someone, twisting sideways and falling, hitting the ground hard enough for the wind to get knocked out of me.

"Oh, God!"

I looked up. A boy with dark brown hair and blonde highlights stood over me. He was of medium build, with melted-chocolate eyes and a finely chiseled jaw. He had a small backpack around his shoulders. A student.

He held out a hand. "I'm so sorry."

I allowed him to help me to our feet. I held his gaze evenly, not showing too much emotion.

"I'm so sorry," he said again. "I'm new here, don't really know the campus. Do you have a map? I found myself getting lost in your eyes."

The eyes he mentioned flew wide open as I took him in. Wow. Smooth as all get-out.

The boy smiled and held out a hand to shake. I took it.

"I'm Samson Runey," he said, his smile revealing perfect teeth. "It's a pleasure to meet you. And you are?"

"Adelaide Aria Winters."

"That's quite a mouthful," he acknowledged.

"Most people call me Addy," I shrugged.

"Well, Adelaide Aria Winters," Samson said, smiling. I heard Luke saying the exact same thing in the back of my mind. "It would be a great honor if you'd accept my offer to see a movie tonight?"

"Oh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "We just met. A bit sudden, don't you think?"

Samson shrugged, smirking. "My friend always tell me I am a bit forward."

I laughed. "Alright. You're lucky. My dorm number is 321, I'll see you there tonight at eight o'clock sharp. Don't be late, mister Runey."

Samson winked at me and bowed. "Wouldn't dream of it."

We said goodbye and headed our separate ways, my heart pounding. I just said yes to a date. I hadn't had a date since... well, since Calum.

The thought didn't exactly reassure me.