Painting the Pains

Chapter 1

I pushed and shoved my way through the crowd mumbling 'excuse me's every few people. I saw a clearing and pushed towards it. I reached it to see a door, it was a dorm room. 425A was the number on it. A crowd started to form again and I knocked on the door frantically.

"Freshman! Help!" I gasped as an older college student aimed a hand toward my bottom. The door swung open and closed as soon as I leaped in.

"Thanks, the last class ended and they just stampeded out... I didn't know until I was sweating from the body heat and highly offended from older students," I rambled not looking up to see the kind student in front of me.

"I know, it's crazy!" A male voice said. I looked up to see a gorgeous tan boy, about nineteen years old it looked, with a deep jawline and a large but cute nose. He had muscled arms, exposed by his grey tank top and his legs covered by sweatpants. He had light brown hair that went up a bit. At the top and his over all features remind me of Channing Tatum aside from his light blue eyes.

I nervously pushed a strand of my blonde hair out of my face and straightened my glasses. "Rosy Reagan, as I said earlier, I'm a freshman," I courageously stuck my hand out for him to shake.

"Keaton Taushae, freshman as well." He took my hand and shook it with a firm grip. "You have a dorm, or just going to school here?" He wondered walking to the kitchen, I followed.

"I'm staying at a dorm, room 424A. I passed it in the crowd, ended up at my neighbor's dorm!" I explained motioning to him.

"Oh, I haven't seen you around. How long have you gone here?" He questioned grabbing a soda from his fridge and tossing it to me.

"Uh, I got here two days ago. Today was my first day of class. And believe, I would've remembered if I met you!" He smirked and I blushed, pushing my hair out of my face again.

"So how old are you?" The question was slightly random but I guess he wanted to get to know me.

"Well I'm seventeen because I skipped third grade and immediately went to college after high school. How about you?" I asked putting my hair in a bun so I didn't have to keep pushing my hair out of my face.

"Oh, you're very new to this kind of life then. I'm eighteen, I went to college right after high school as well," he watched as I took a sip of my soda.

"Wow, you look too good for your age!" I joked before pushing up my glasses.

He laughed, "And you still look sixteen!" He joked in reply to mine.

"I'm turning eighteen in about a month. Anyways, what school did you go to?" I asked carrying on the conversation.

"I went to Sunnyside High last year." I gasped in realization.

"Oh my gosh! I went to Cienega High, were you on the football team at Sunnyside?" He nodded, "You were our teams nightmare, Mr. 27!" I said knowing his number on the team. Our school feared him for his strength and great skill at football.

He laughed an attractive laugh, "Wow. I didn't realize that you guys even remembered my team! We were scared of number 72 on your team." He blushed at the confession.

"My brother?" I asked. He looked up at me as if searching my features. He pulled off my glasses and looked into my blue-grey eyes. He pushed my glasses up as if satisfied.

"You guys have the same eyes," he mumbled leaning back in his chair. After a while of silence he said, "So what's the last class you had?"

"Mr. Smiths History, why?"

"I have him last, too. Tomorrow just follow me and we can have you out of the crowd before they come." He explained and I smiled. I had forgotten that's why I was here until now.