The Past Doesn't Change the Future

Chapter 1

 "Here's your student handbook, the keys to your dorm and your schedule. Have a nice day and enjoy learning here-"

"Yeah, yeah. 'Enjoy learning here at Harvard University!' I got it lady. Have a nice day now, buh-bye!" I turned around to leave the front desk, hearing the fairly large brunette woman scoff in annoyment. I walked through the large stained-glass doors that were...well...pretty shitty looking, on my way to the dorms.

"Hey bestie! What's up?" a bubbly blonde skips up to me, clutching her books to her chest. Her name is Kealeni. She's from Turkey, Germany, Cambodia, Japan, and Italy. Weird combo right? Well, her parents made it work.

Kealeni and I have been best friends since daycare and it's been clear to EVERYONE that she was the more attractive one. With her tan, nicely shaped body, acne-free face, and sweet voice that can't help but make everyone smile, it was easy to see who got the most guys in high school.....and middle school...and now here, in college. But at least now she has one flaw that will bring her rank down.

Her boobs.

Her non-existent boobs.

Beautiful girl, great personality, nice ass, but no boobs. None whatsoever.

"Well I sassed the lady at the front desk, I almost backed out of coming here, and I want coffee desperately." She giggled, her piercing crystal blue eyes creasing in the corners. "What room did you get?"

I took the key out of my pocket, reading the leg attached to it. "634 West, why?" She stopped, squealed and jumped up and down. I cringed.

"We're dorm-mates!" she explained while holding her own key tag for me to see.

"Oh, yay, great. Now I have to live in the same room as a pink-obsessed white girl." I smirked and continued walking. I hear her scoff behind me, mumbling, "I'm not white girl . . . even though I technically am, and you are too. And that's RACIST!"

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We finally arrive at the dorms, an enormous brick-wall building with air-conditioners sticking out here and there. This is it! I glance over at Kealeni, her blue eyes suddenly darkened by the seriousness in her face. She's reading the red words painted on the wooden doors "Welcome to Your New Home for the Next Four Years!" I gently squeeze her hand and we pull the doors open together.

Now I know what you're thinking "Wow such great friends" and if you aren't well, then think that. Yes, I'm forcing you to think that. Yeah, well, what you didn't see was the panic attack Leni- yes I call her Leni- had when we walked inside.

"I can't do this, Kal! I just can't! I mean this is the rest of our lives we're talking about! UGHHH!" Okay obviously my name isn't Kal, it's Kayleigh and do you know how hard it is to calm down an asthmatic girl having a panic attack on the carpeted floors of Harvard dorms? It's . . . impossible. So I did the only thing I could do: I dragged her ass to our room. It was successful for a few minutes even though she was still screaming, until a low voice spoke, "You know, if you want someone to follow you, you can just take them by the ear not the legs." I slowly turned around and became face-to-chest with a tall pale man about a year or so older than me.

"Well, I would have taken her by the ear but then I'm pretty sure she'd up with one ear attached to her empty head in the end." I rudely tell the man while dropping Leni, my tight grip leaving reddish pink imprints of hands on her legs. I cocked my hips and glared at the mysterious stranger. "And you are?"