The Narcissist

Chapter 4 - IN A RUSH

There's a chance that he could be in the same class as me. I pondered on that thought while walking to my first class this morning.

Many upper classmen stared and whispered as I walked by. My fellow freshmen knew me from the acquaintance party and left me alone, but some were persistent. The guys were anyway.

"Hey! How're ya? It's nice to see you again." Ethan popped out of nowhere. He grinned cheekily.

I backed away a little, "I'm good. I'm on my way to my first class actually."

"Where are you heading? I'll walk you there." He grinned cockily.

Ugh.

I shook my head no. "Thanks but-"

"Ethan!"

Both Ethan and I turned our heads to the mystery guy I've been looking for all morning.

"What's up dude?" Ethan exclaimed high-fiving my nameless hero.

He just nodded at Ethan. "Where are you going?"

"I'm just accompanying miss Gorgeous here to her first class. " Ethan winked at me.

"You're going to be late for your first class if you make a detour." He stated. "You don't wanna piss Mrs. Mckinley."

"Crap! I'll go ahead then. Are you alright on your own?" Ethan asked me.

I nodded. Ethan almost tripped running towards his first class.

Mystery guy and me were left, but he started to walk away.

I'm being ignored again. How bothersome.

I suddenly blocked his pathway. He looked startled as he backed away a little. I couldn't blame him, I was a little startled at my bold action as well.

"Um. My name is Gorgeous."  I presented him with my most charming smile. He didn't seem to be dazzled or atleast happy that I'd given him my name.

The silence is deafening, I could hear the crickets already early this morning.

"You can call me Gorg. I didn't get your name." I prompted, reaching out my hand for him to shake.

He adjusted his glasses before shaking my hand. His hand was firm and strong. "I'm Rhett, and I'm gonna go ahead. You also don't want to be late on your first day right?"

He turn his back on me without even hearing my response, and walked away.

"Of course I don't wanna be late." I whispered to myself irritatingly.

Somebody poked my shoulder, "Is he the mystery guy you kept on talking about?" Aimee giggled, suddenly appearing beside me.

"Apparently." I said disappointment evident in my tone.

Aimee caught my mood, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know.. maybe there's something wrong with me. Aimee, am I getting unpretty?" I asked pouting. I know she wouldn't tell it to my face directly but if ever she hesitates even slightly, I'll know for sure.

To my surprise she burst in laughter, "What a ridiculous question?!!!" She said in between gasping for air and laughing.

I gave her an annoyed look which promptly stopped her hysterics. "I'm serious Aims. I don't seem to be attractive lately."

"Look. Gorg, everyone here is dying to meet you. I know because they keep on pestering me for your number or a little introduction." She exclaimed holding out her phone, 103 messages and 58 missed calls appeared on her screen.

"You didn't give them my number, did you?" I panicked. It's exhausting to change numbers just because people are blowing up your phone.

"No silly! I don't want history to repeat itself." She said pulling me close to her.

Right. Highschool days. Ugh.

"Come on, we don't want to be late. I want a new start." I said as we head to begin our college life.

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