Becoming Sienna

Chapter II

Becoming Sienna

Chapter 2

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Xoxo,
Katie

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"Wow are you okay?! Oh gosh this is mighty bad, do you have a concussion? I can pay you... Oh man..."

I was still trying to focus while the talkative kid babbled on and on, and on. I was the one that walked into the door, not the other way around when you think of it. The guy who pushed the door barely pushed it at all. The doors are thick and heavy, and the guy who lacked upper body strength probably barely pushed the door at all.

"Dude, it's okay. I'm fine," I said to him, scanning him discreetly. He was a definite gamer, with skinny arms, skinny legs, basically skinny everything. He seemed the paranoid type, and a scaredy cat. He had some kind of perverted nerd t-shirt on, and jeans, even though we're in South Carolina and it's almost 75 degrees. He probably doesn't want to show his nonexistent leg hair.

I looked back to where the nerd used to be pacing back and forth. He was gone. He probably ran off because he thought I was checking him out. That made me cringe to the third degree. Ew.

I was almost in the building when a pack of jocks come bursting out of it laughing. The leader of the wannabees pretended to sniffle grossly as an impression of the nerd. One jock pretended to push his imaginary glasses farther up his nose.
"Um excuse me, do you have a nuclear connection calculator? Cause' I think we have a spark honey." He winked at me and the group of slightly funny wannabes started laughing so hard I couldn't help cracking a smile. The guys were still laughing when one of them opened the door for me.

"Oh, that was good. Here ya go missy." The guy said, his big hands holding the heavy door out for me.

"Thanks, man. Oh, hey varsity dude."

"Uhh, hey?" He answered me, probably confused on who I even was.

The guy in the varsity jacket I saw last night was standing the crowd of boys, his blond hair standing out in the sea of blacks and brunettes. I was slightly exaggerating, there were only about five guys standing in front of me.

Varsity dude was staring at me like I just asked him what a touchdown was.

Oh crap, I'm such an idiot. He doesn't know me, and now I look like a complete stalker!

"Oh, haha, sorry... I probably look like a creep. I'm a friend of Halie's, and I saw you walking down the hall last night. I didn't know your name, so I called you varsity dude." I explained, trying to reassure him that he wasn't being stalked by connecting myself with his crush.

"So you're Cape Cod chick! Now I remember you. What's up? My name's Sam." He said giving me a one of those bro hugs they all do after one of them scores a touchdown, or makes the pingpong ball in the cup.

I took his bro hug, thankful that I had two older brothers at home that gave me bro hugs constantly. When I gave him a boss ass hug, he was surprised.

"Wow, You're cool. When I did that to Grace yesterday she gave me some kind of girly handshake. Do you have brothers or something?" He asked me, seeming surprisingly interested in what door slam girl had to say.

"Um yeah, I have two older brothers, I just turned nineteen, and my older brothers are 20 and 22. The oldest's name is Brian, and the middle's Damian."

"Cool! I bet they're chill. He taught you well." Sam answered.

"Haha yeah, they're pretty cool. Anyways, I gotta go to class sooo....."

"Wait! You gotta come to our party tomorrow. It's a friday night, you have no excuse not to go. Devra Kamma Rhi, Barker Rd. Be there." He said, as he walked away.

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It was 10 minutes till we would be able to leave. I looked to my right where Dehlia was jotting away in light blue pen. Every six minutes I could see Halie drifting off, sleep for about five minutes, then have Grace wake her up. Poor Halie, hangovers and 9:30 classes don't mix well.

I tried to focus on the professor at the podium, but there was some kind of sqeaking coming from behind me. Back and forth, back and forth. Irk, erk, irk erk. Since I didn't want to cause a commotion, I didn't turn around. I just face forward and try to keep myself calm. Little things like this bother me. I try not to let it get to me, but sometimes they can't be avoided. I usually turn to Dehlia to calm me down with these situations, such as her dealing with the hippies next door playing The Grateful Dead too loud. She would tell them exactly where to stick their little CD player.

"Dehlia? Dehlia, This-" I started to ask her, until I gave up when I realized she was in the zone, the note taking zone. When in the note taking zone, you can find her with headphones in, usually listening to the focus channel on Spotify, takimg notes with her little blue pen.

Back, forth, back forth. Irk, erk, irk, erk, Irrrrrk.

My ears couldn't take anymore squeaking. That was one irk too much buddy. I flipped myself around so fast Dehlia noticed.

"Can you tell your chair to shut the hell up?!" I said, slamming my hands onto this guys desk.

Swooping brown hair and a gorgeous face smirked back at me, his hands also on the table, copying me.

"My chair can do whatever it wants to sweets."

Oh he did not just call me sweets.

"I don't care who you are, what you are, or whatever rathole you came from, but you do NOT get to call me sweets, capeshe?" I said, trying to take this chair squeaker down a notch or two.

"Oh don't worry, I cleaned up my rathole just for you baby. Heard you ran into my boys before class, Sam texted me saying some cool, badass chick is coming to my party tonight. Figured that's you, correct?" He said, looking up from his phone.

"Yep, that's me, badass Sienna. See you at the party." I told him, my ears still fuming.

I walked fast and tried to avoid everyone in my way at all costs. He ticked me off. And he's gonna pay, somehow.