Through the rest of the night, I learned that Wesley has an older sister named Elena, he plays guitar, he grew up in Cheshire England, and is actually much more sensitive then he pretends to be, but he didn't have to tell me that. He learned that the only animals I can trust are cats and fish (only domesticated ones), my parents were divorced, I listen to classical music but also classic rock, which caught him by surprise leading to a session of karaoke in the car featuring The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, and The Cars.
"Thank you for driving me back to the dorms. I had a fun night." I thank Wesley in front of my dorm door. It was now one in the morning.
He smiles at me, "I had a lot of fun too. Here," he takes my phone from my hand. There it is again, that same sensation I get when our skin touches. "There's my number, call me or text me if you're ever in the mood for a random outing like that again. And call me Wes." And with that he gave me one last smirk and strode down the hall.
I close the door behind me and Reagan is passed out on the bed so I'm careful not to wake her. I wouldn't know how to tell her that I was out all night with her friend I was convinced I hated.
Tomorrow is my first day of classes. I was going to be so prepared. I pack up my book bag with my notebook and my lucky pencil that I've had for years, worn out with bite barks, and enclose it in my pencil case. English is my first class of the day. I've always loved English but my dream was to always be a physiatrist.
Once my things are packed I put on my pajamas and sit in bed and read my latest book I'm reading: Julius Cesar, Luna always talked about this book so I thought I'd give it a try.
It's already way passed my normal bed time so I finish up my chapter and drift off to sleep hoping tomorrow goes well.
Ring. Ring.
My alarm jolts me awake at 5:30, giving me just enough time for my morning routine.
To possibly avoid being stared at by a bunch of college boys I skip a shower this morning and pull my hair into a tight ponytail and run some concealer under my eyes to hide the evidence of lacking sleep, and put on my tan skirt with a pink long sleeve with a blazer to tie it together.
As I smooth my self out in the mirror a voice startles me.
"Shut the hell up would you, and turn off all those bright lights." A body says out from under the blankets.
"You should really get ready for classes Reagan you'll be late."
"Does it look like I give two fucks? Because I don't. Thanks though." She sarcastically smiles before she picks up a pillow and chucks it at my head.
How lovely. "Goodbye Reagan." Without a reply I leave the dorms and search for my English class.
I find my class and pick a seat in the front. I see Isaiah and wave and we exchange smiles. I take out my supplies and wait for the professor to show up. While waiting I decide to read my book. The cover has a coffee stain on the cover from Luna. My concentration is broken when someone throws their books on the table next to me. I don't look up, worried I'll make eye contact.
"There's a tide in the affair of men." A familiar voice quotes. A smile comes across my face. He blushes "Or something like that."
"You know Shakespeare?" I hope I don't sound too surprised.
"I might know some. An old friend of mine recommended the book to me." He looks at the book and looks away.
"Hello class I am your professor, you can call me Max nothing more nothing less. Now let's see I heard I had a freshman in class named Cassandra. Where are you Cassandra?" I raise my hand and avoid meeting his eyes.
"Nice to see you challenge yourself being in a sophomores level. I hope you do well." I thank him quietly.
"Let's begin."
English class consisted of the years syllabus and then we were all handed journals we would be required to write in everyday with a given prompt. I pack up my stuff. And Wesley has already left.
Weird. I have psychology next. The class I've been waiting for so I don't dwell on what Wes said.
"Hello class welcome to Introduction to Cognitive Psychology. My name is Dr. Lehano and this will be one of the best and worst classes you take in college. The best part will be the things you learn and take away from this classroom. The worst is when you realize you're crazier than you could ever imagine."
I finish the rest of my classes and make my way back to the dorms. Wesley is sitting in front of my room and his eyes snap to meet mine and he jumps up.
"Hey are you okay? You left class pretty fast." I ask
"Yeah I'm sorry I just had to deal with something. Hey go to dinner with me tonight yeah?" Wes quickly swiped his tongue across his lips.
I smiled at him for what felt like too long, so I just nodded my head.
"Great. I'll pick you up at the dorms around 7, wear something nice. I'll see you later Cass." With a wink he turned on his heels and strided down the hall.
What the hell was I going to wear.
