My Urban Love Story

Chapter 2:

A whole week has passed since I

moved into Manhattan, and I am

adjusting pretty well. Today is my

orientation at NYU, I'm nervous

and all I can think about is what in

the hell am I going to wear. It's

Friday and I really wish I could

throw on my most comfortable

sweats and tank, but no. I

wouldn't be able to do that this

Friday, it's snowing and

everywhere was cold. I had to face

facts, today was not that kind of

day, and I was going to have to

dress warm to avoid getting

pneumonia. I ended up wearing

snow boots, a nice woolly jumper

and a basic dark blue stone washed

jeans. It felt too soon to brave the

New York subway, so I was going

to have to use my Dad's new Range

Rover. I sighed at the thought, the

next twenty minutes of my life

where going to be filled with ear-thundering traffic and swearing

from those who should really know

better.

Honestly, the only thing that got

me through that ordeal was good

music on the radio, but even that

couldn't completely drown out

good old New York City traffic.

Luckily for me I arrived at the

University just in time, the students

and admissions counsellors where

surprisingly easy-going and

welcoming. I immediately felt at

home.

I was directed towards the

auditorium for a briefing.

On my way there, for some reason

I decided that while I was walking

up steep stairs it would be a good

idea to start checking out the

reading list for all my classes.

Completely distracted, I ended up

bumping into someone, annoyed

that I had being disturbed, I looked

up with a scowl only to realise it

was a really hot guy. Eeep! He was

so handsome! Every time I tried to

stutter out an apology I just

blushed and giggled nervously.

After a few moments of making an

utter fool of myself, I got myself

together enough to hurriedly say

"oh my gosh, I am so sorry, so so

sorry. I apologize, I wasn't looking

where I was going, it's my fault, I'm

so-" he cut me off midsentence. "Its

fine, you can stop saying sorry, I'm

not hurt" he chuckled. I tittered

along with him nervously, and

then I broke into a huge smile

again because he was so damn

gorgeous!! "Where were you

going?" he asked me (Gosh, his

voice was deep). I told him to the

auditorium, he offered to walk

with me. We walked very slowly -I'm talking snail pace- and talked

about ourselves, I managed to find

out his name was Cameron, he was

19 and currently in his second year

of college.

I was a couple of minutes late to

the orientation, but I couldn't care

less, it was totally worth it. After

the orientation finished, Cameron

asked me out to a lunch date for

the next day. EEEEEP! EEEEP! We

swapped numbers with each other,

as Cameron made sure I made it to

the car safely (he even watched me

till I was out of his sight, awwww).

Believe me when I say, I went

home smiling.