This is my story, Trouble

Ch. 1 I'm Troubèl

I get out of my bed as my alarm goes off at 6 o'clock. Why does class have to start so early ? I internally groan. Today is my first day of my college in Newyork City. I've lived here for two weeks, and already managed to get a job at starbucks. I love it here so far, maybe it is because my apartment is the most beautiful thing I have EVER seen. My apartment is build in a really modern way, and looks really expensive and luxe, although it is really small. But well, looks can be deceiving since it isn't that expensive at all, especially since I know the person who lets me rent it, and I made a deal with her. If I clean her apartment, I can rent it for half of the price. I was really cool with tha since the apartments weren't that big, and she wasn't a messy person herself. I live on the 5th floor, so I have a really good view of the city. This will sound weird, since I technically only have 1 floor in my apartment, but my bedroom is above my living room. I love it so much, I can look into my whole apartment from there. My livingroom is very small and cute. It has a book shelf in it and an average-sized tv. Besides my living room is a small kitching (WITH A KITCHEN ISLAND !! I love those) and a washer underneath my hob. As I said, it's small. But it is designed in a way that I do have breathing space. The shower isn't anything impressive though, it is made of glass doors and the walls are black, nothing more nothing less..

I walk out of my comfy, black queensized bed and I walk over to my closet. Let's get ready for my first classes. Woohoo.. Mission Unnoticed, in operation. I picked out a grey shirt that ends just below my belly button. It says 'Don't go with the flow.' I take out dark, blue skinny jeans and as the finishing touch, a black bracelet. I take my clothes with me as I walk over to take a good 30 minutes wake up shower.

After my really good shower I didn't want to leave, I walk over to the mirror and decide to put on some make up, since I still have more than an hour before I have to go to school. I put on cool-grey eyeshadow as it looks good with my chocolate brown lenses. To finish my eyes, I take out my mascara and applye it to my lashes. Normally, I don't really use make up, I already look decent without it, so I figured out I really don't need it. What I do need, is an extra hour of sleep. I let out a frustrated sigh, and walk to my bathroom to pick my hair brush, as I walk back to the mirror, I tried my best not to cry. I miss my long, blonde wavy hair so much. Now it's brown, and short. I sigh and I start brushing my hair. I look at myself through the mirror. I should pu on make up more often, I look pretty. I smile to myself. Okay, note to self, I can do this, I can get through the day without seeking to much attenion, right ? I shouldn't be that hard.

I make my way to the kitchen and make a frappuccino mocha to take with me. If it wasn't for starbucks, I wouldn't be able to make there really good frappuccino mocha. Damn that stuff is good. I put the coffee in a starbucks cup (I'm a collector what makes me a typical white girl, I know, deal with it). I drink my coffee while watching The Walking Dead on Netflix. Sometimes I got to remind myself netflix is a program, not a person you fall in love with. As I watch the clock, I see that I still have 30 minutes to get to school. Since I live 15 minutes away from school with my motorcycle, I decide I should go. Traffic can be a bitch sometimes. I grab my books and put them in my black, fancy purse. Okay, there we go.

As I walk out my apartment I bump into someone. Okay, the person who just walked into me, will regret it. I look up to see who it is, and see the guy who lives next door. Charley. He's my age and even though he is pretty hot, he is that kind of badboy, not interested. He has dark brown hair, almost black. Almost. He has really cute light blue eyes and a decent jawline. Oh and he has a great body, no let me rephrase that; he has a drool worthy body.. Damnit subconsciousness, shut up. Not interested, I repeat, not interested. Why have I seen his body ? Well, long story short, he was making out with a girl shirtless while walking to the door (yeah, I know it's weird, like wait 10 more seconds and continue inside.. oh well) He opened his eyes and looked at me as he heared me walking to my door and cleared my throat. He smirked at me and just continued kissing. This happened several times.. Yeah, he definitely is the typical badboy. He tried hitting on me at my job, didn't really worked out the way he thought it would. As he saw that I was the one behind the counter, he told me not to forget to right down my number. I gave him a sweet smile as I told him it was no need, and challenged him to remember it. He accepted my challenge, so I began to say my number, 1 347-I won't sleep with you so stop trying to make me. He just smirks and try the hardest to cover up his embarresment, while his slightly red cheeks gave him away. He took his coffee and left without a glance back. I chuckled at the memory. My thoughts get interrupted as he speaks.