Which Direction? {A Frat Boy Harry Fanfiction}

Chapter 1

okay so in my mind the actress who plays Chelsea Garcia is Shay Mitchell. I know that she is filipino and irish/scottish but I think she could pass for latina so we're just gonna roll with it...

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"Mierda!" I cursed, my hispanic kicking in as I dropped my book bag for the third time today. It's only 9 am and I've already turned into the clutz I am at heart. I struggled to pick up my heaving backpack that I filled with all the books I need for my classes today. I slung it hastily back over my shoulder looking down at my watch. 9:12. I had three minutes to get across campus. I picked up the brisk in my walk, there was no way that I was gonna be late on my first day of college.

Nearly tripping on an intruding root from the giant tree in front of me, I took a deep breath. You can do this Chelsea.This is your new beginning...I told myself half walking half sprinting towards my first class.

I barged in through the doors of Room 39. Gasping for air, my muscles relaxed seeing that I was one of the first people here. I looked down at my turqoise and black watch one more time. 9:18. I guess things don't really start on time around here I thought to myself rolling my eyes because I had basically just sprinted across campus like an idiot to be on time. I readjusted the straps of my backpack to reduce the aching pain that was already starting to flower in my shoulders. I looked up into the vast classroom to see scatters of cliques. There were a few girls, each cross-legged, with their perfectly manicured fingers waving in the air seeming to be deep in gossip on one side of the room. There were two kids in the front row of the lecture room both with glasses, and their heads dipped deep inside of a book. Then I looked up and I saw him.

He flicked his perfectly curled brown hair swiftly across his forehead. His winning, white smile flipping around with it as his head snapped my direction. His skin. Flawless. His clothes. Stylish. His eyes. His eyes...they struck me with a shiver. The perfect mix between a light sapphire and a deep emerald. I couldn't help but grin back as he wore his perfect teeth with pride. His built arms lifting from his sides to put them around the two ditsy girls at his side. Each dressed in as little clothes as possible, they were all googly eyed for this boy. They looked like plain sluts in my opinion the way they were drooling all over this perfectly drool-worthy boy. From just the way they looked and acted, I could tell they were flirting. My visions of this boy being the perfect boyfriend was swept away immedietely as he pecked the blonde, who was on his left, on the cheek...followed by a kiss for the brunette who was on the right. Polla. Dick.

I shook it off knowing it was too good to be true. I guess it's true for every place in this world. I thought back to my hometown in Columbia. Any boy that was remotely guapo was a jerk, and any body who was remotely nice was feo. I watched appalled as the boy stuck out his thumb gently swiping it against the Blonde's lower lip, laughing lightly with his own lips parted. He turned to the other girl obviously saying something funny because seconds later she erupted in a superficial, almost-too-friendly laugh. Halfway between rolling my eyes I saw the boy glance my way. As soon as he saw me he started grinning widely. Joder! Fuck, fuck. He probably caught me staring. I turned away quickly, shielding my reddening face from his with my hair. I really don't want to cause anything, especially with those two whores, and especially not on my first day at the University. I scurried to a seat in the second row while more people started to enter the room. A girl and her friends took the seats to my right, not seeming to pay one bit of attention to me. I tapped my pencil on the small, brown desk in front of me as I watched a timid boy make his way to the empty seat on the other side of me.

"Hey," I stated looking up and smiling at him. He looked kind enough. He didn't have anyone with him, and he looked nervous. I was never the shy type. Introducing myself, asking questions, standing up for myself. I had to do it alone for pretty much my whole life, so I wasn't about to let college get the best of me. I might as well try to make some friends.

"Hi," a saw a slight smile tug at his lips, "I'm Niall." His bright blonde hair was gelled up into a perfect point. He was wearing a purple sweatshirt that read Trenton University in black bold letters. School spirit I see.

"Chelsea-" I said before getting cut off by a booming voice at the front of the room.

"Hello class! Let's get started. Welcome to World Civ..."