The Infatuation

Chapter One

Lindsey

"God, what was I thinking? Why did I decide to wear heels to class?" I thought to myself while walking across the street to get to my last class of the day. My first class started at 11 am and now I'm walking to my last class that starts at 1:30 pm and ends at 3:30  pm. I hate these lecture classes with a passion. We're in class for two hours listening to some self- centered professor who just thinks he knows everything. Just because you have Dr in front of your name doesn't mean that you know the world inside and out. 

Also, I've been a nervous wreck all day. Interacting with people that I don't know is not my strong point. Like my first class today we had to stand up and say something about ourselves. My hands were sweaty and my stuttering never stopped. It didn't help that everyone was laughing as I stuttered. They weren't laughing at me though. Someone even said it was cute. I just don't do good with attention. That situation was out of the norm for me. I might be shy, but I never have a hard time speaking in general. Bronton University is bringing the worst out of me already. This university is going to take a lot of getting used to. 

The closer I get to class the more nervous I become. I don't now why, but I feel like all eyes are on me with every step I take. It would help if I actually made friends here that could walk with me to class. Nope, not one single friend. It's like everyone cliques up so fast here. I tried to make friends. I went to all of the events and even sat down in the cafe. Nobody wants to socialize unless it's with their friend group. It's like high school all over again. I guess this is what happens at a small university. 

I finally got to my classroom and luckily i'm the third person in here. The desks are set up that two people sit in each desk. I decided to sit in the very front. It's always good to sit in the front. It shows your professor that you care. Not only that, in my advantage, nobody was sitting there yet. It's so awkward to me being the last person to sit in the two seat desk. 

I decide to just make eye contact with my phone as the class starts filling up. It's awkward making eye contact with people while they're walking through the door. 

"Looks like I'm going to be sitting by myself today." Everyone seems to be avoiding the seat right in the front. That means I'm the bold one. Professor is going to be standing right where I'm sitting. Nobody is as bold as me and I'm sure that I'm going to get brownie points from the professor. Although I did want to make friends in here, but we got the rest of the semester to do that. Besides, sitting by myself is honorable, noble, trendsetti--

"Hey girl!" I look up from my phone to find an equally as big girl girl with dark skin, and pretty weave sit right beside me. I guess my gloating is done for. 

"Hey! What's up?" I guess I could be nice. After all, she made the initiative to converse. 

"I'm just ready for this class to be over." She responds with a sigh as if class been going on for an hour. 

"Class haven't even started yet!" I chuckle out. 

"I know, but it's two hours and I'm not ready."

"Well usually on the first day professors don't use all the class time. I know my first class didn't."

"Mine didn't either, but still. Anyway let me stop complaining. I'm Aaliyah." 

"I'm Lindsey. Your fit is cute girl." Aaliyah seems to be a well put together girl. She has on a simple, tight, purple dress with a huge gold statement piece. Her heels are black and gold and she just has a nice outfit altogether. 

"Girl yours is too! You're pretty!"

"I mean, you know.." I flipped my curly weave and we both started laughing.