Tak'n Awey

▽. 22

It's my fourth week at FIU and I'm thrilled. Couldn't feel any better.

I assumed that I wouldn't meet anyone and everyone would hate me for no given reason. Though instead, I've met tons of new people and I'm enjoying my semester so far.

My classes and teachers are cool and very lenient on students like we're in the fourth grade instead of the thirteenth. They let their students, the conspicuously non-hard-working students that are only in college for FUN, get away with any and everything. Literally.

There's one guy named Randall Collins. His name ironically sounds like he's the little geeky kid that sits in class with those embarrassingly large bifocals and his pants above his waistline. But, NO, he is not. He ruins lessons and Mr. Fortman, my English professor, allows him to do so.

Maybe they're kin to one another. It's the only way that a teacher with so much common sense allows a student to ruin lessons

No worry for me though, I demand a recap at the end of class.

One bad thing that occurred was my beginning of college. My first two weeks of school were like I was being admitted into hell. Satan was too busy to speak to me personally, so he ordered one of his mentors to show me around, but the mentor was my best friend named Dewayne. Yes, it was Dewayne. There's no explanation how he became such a person, but it was us against the inferno of hell.

We didn't know squat. Anyways, my major is Biology. Our school colors are gold and blue and we have a mascot named Roary the Panther. Go Panthers.

Dewayne and are back on really good terms. I mean, he's still the same old Dewayne, being a smart-ass and all, but we're doing pretty well. Everyday we're together, all the time--even when we want lunch, because we have the same general classes together, except on Friday's. Friday's are when I have my Earthy courses (since I'm so much of a fan of Earth) and Dewayne has basketball practice. But, later on, on Friday's, we'll go to T.G.I Friday's and eat good to celebrate our friendship. We have this spectacular little ritual going on.

But while things are going superb with Dewayne, things are going downhill with Justin, and Dewayne adores it. I haven't seen Justin since our aquarium dinner date and I haven't spoken to him in three weeks. Plus, the conversation we had was no longer than three minutes. I asked how he was doing and why we haven't been communicating on a regular basis. All he said was small chopped words in a tone of voice without emotion. At times, I felt like he was rushing me off the phone. But these past three weeks, every time I call, I am sent to voice-mail instantly. Whenever I text, I never get a message back. I wondered if he emptied me out of his mind--deleted my number and erased me out of it. The emotion of him doing something like that hasn't hit me yet, because Dewayne is keeping me company. Dewayne continuously tells me to just "forget him, because, obviously, he has forgotten you."

So, I tried to forget him.

But it didn't work. That's why today, I am going to do a random pop-up at his house. I attempted to do it last week. Unfortunately, I got lost, but found the house, though no one was there. Today, I'm feeling a little lucky.

If we're done with this so-called relationship, don't leave me waiting for the call. Tell me upfront that we're done, so that I can work on getting over this. Don't keep me waiting for something that isn't there.

I knew this day would come. Justin was just too perfect for me. 

My English class is over, but I stay an extra ten minutes to get my daily recap of what we missed because of the nuisances in class. The moment I exit the classroom, I see Dewayne, who has skipped class, wandering down the hallway talking to a guy named Hadob. Hadob is the funniest and coolest Arab ever. He dresses so urban and drives an extremely nice Mustang.