Pretty Boy

eight

The sound of my alarm caused me to shoot up from my sleeping position. The sound uncomfortably bringing me out of my comfortable sleep.

Once I calmed my heart rate, I stood up from bed and stumbled tiredly over to my wardrobe. I went with my ripped light wash denim jeans, a light grey shirt and my converse.

I dragged myself to the bathroom, simply giving my hair a brush and completing my other morning tasks.

I took care of my skin as best I could, after all, I had to, considering I wore quite a bit of makeup for work. Not necessarily caked up; others wouldn't consider it much, but I did. It was more than I wore on a daily basis.

Once I was finished, I sighed and walked out of my room and to the little glass table in the living room where I had my computer. It was open, so I shut it down and shoved it into my bag.

I trudged out, swiping my keys swiftly off the bench and heading out to my car, hopping in the drivers seat and making my way to campus.

When I arrived and finished driving around for a few minutes trying to find a parking space, I saw Khira out the front of the gates chatting with two of her other friends. They weren't my friends, and I think they didn't like me very much, I wasn't sure though, and I didn't fancy finding out.

I slowly strolled up towards her, timidly grasping the strap of my bag that fell across my chest.

I tried to dodge the groups of people that stood in front of me, to the side of me, walking in the middle of my path and etcetera. As I walked past one group boys, they erupted in snickers and laughs, turning around and eyeing me. Their genuine post-laugh smiles turned into smiles of mockery as they eyed me down, whispering to themselves and to their friends, blatantly nudging their heads towards me, trying to grab and avert their mate's attention to me.

I felt like I was in high school. We were supposed to be adults, trying our hardest to reach what we wanted to do when we grew up. No one was very mature, and everyone was still a teenager at heart. People needed to grow up, though, because acting this way at nineteen or twenty isn't good enough for the business world.

I ignored the laughing and tried to get Khira to make eye contact with me. She was too caught up in conversation, though.

I made it right next to her, and her two friends darted their eyes towards me briefly before turning back to Khira. She noticed and looked beside her, just to see plain old me.

"Hey," she smiled at me, and I didn't give a response, only a smile and a nod of my head back. I turned my head, my eyes scanning my surroundings, daydreaming as they continued their conversation whilst I awkwardly stood next to Khira.

"Shoot, I'm late to class," Khira checked her phone and looked up at the three of us standing before her. "I'll catch up with you later." She grinned at me before waving goodbye to the other two girls before I had a chance to say anything to her.

With that, they walked away, leaving me standing on my own for now. My first class started in ten minutes, and I just did what I usually do.

Sit and wait, alone.

I made my way over to the bench, lifting the sling of my bag over my head and dropping it to the floor gently, sitting down.

It was fairly sunny today, an odd change in weather. It required squinting to look around, which was a lot of sun for everyone in Autumn.