Forgetting Logic | Book One

Chapter 1

Being a freshman in college isn't easy. There's nothing to brag about, well, unless you want to brag about not having any food to eat at any given point. During my first semester here I've learned that the media lies. Ever since I was in middle school, my television portrayed college as a wonderland. Much like Disneyland, a place beyond your wildest dreams. Some said that it would always be like summer nights: freedom from responsibilities, absolutely no curfews nor restrictions, and more wild parties than you could ever imagine.

Now, I'm not saying that's not the case. In actuality college is all those things, but, and oh do I mean but, there are a few things that my dear old television forgot to tell me. Nothing in college is handed to you like it used to be, and I had to learn that the hard way. Sadly you have to work and fight, and beg, not to mention, plead.

I was the first out of my family to attend a four year university, so I had no one to tell me how it really was. Like for instance, registering for classes was a doozy. Most would say challenging. I would call it the virtual blood bath in the cornucopia. These classes only have so many seats, and thanks to seniors who put off their intro level classes until the last minute, freshmen like me have a very slim chance to be accepted. Therefore, we are pushed to the wait list because the system favors those in a senior standing.

After that whole fiasco you're on to class, but before that, books. No one knows money struggles more than a college student who has to purchase books. On top of the money we don't have, you want me to buy a book thats damn near the cost of tuition, and you know financial aid isn't covering that much because I still have to pay for a portion of my housing out of pocket.

Now let's talk lecture. You sit in a lecture hall full of 18-25 year olds who have absolutely no idea whats going on. You've never met your professor up until this point and by the sound of their syllabi, they're not going to be so hot. Turns out, you're right! Congratulations, your English professor is a total dick bag who lets his title go to his head. Now you're stuck in lecture for two hours with a professor who refuses to slow down on changing the slides and you can't jot down your notes. Oh, and here's the catch, he doesn't post his lecture notes on Blackboard or whatever online grading system your university uses, so you're stuck.

No one prepares you for this! Not even your high school. In the first semester alone, I'm sure most freshmen have experienced sleep deprivation, unwanted stress and anxiety, depression, and insomnia; which I am actually dealing with right now.

Currently looking at my clock, it was 6 o'clock in the morning, yet I have been up since 4:15am. I managed to drag my body up out of bed and out the door to Starbucks. I wasn't a fan of all the fancy drinks and whip cream, but I was an absolute fanatic of plain black coffee. There's nothing like sticking to the classics.

The Starbucks on my campus was located right in-front of the Library in the heart of the campus. All this just means, Starbucks stayed really fucking busy, and I couldn't stand it. To be honest the sight of people made me cringe.

Standing inline, I took the time to scan the large cafe. It was very obvious spotting the different years. Seniors were drinking their coffee and socializing, Juniors were casually hating their lives and typing essays, Sophomores were looking depressed, and the Freshmen were crowding the entire place.

I resumed constantly moving forward until I stopped infant of the barista, and this is why I hate coming to Starbucks. Who the hell would make pumpkin spicy?! I'm sorry but s'mores doesn't belong in drink form. There were so many things and categories. This is the only time that I wished that I spoke white girl.

I turned my head to ask the guy behind me if he could point me to where the regular coffee was but instead he banged his fist against the counter and stared at me intensely, "Look I'm sure we can't just stand here all day. Some people have places to go!"

I mean as if his face didn't make it plain and clear, his voice sure did. The only difference was that it was a few octaves lower than I remember. Him yelling didn't make a difference in my mood either. I was still sleepy and hangry, and I'm not sure if he was banking on getting beat the fuck up this morning but he was absolutely close to it.

Moral of the story I swung my foot back and kicked him in the nuts. I turned my head slightly to see that he was bent over the railing of the line groaning.

"Looks like you could use some ice." I faced the barista ready to make my order.

He stuttered his words, "Y-y-yes?"

Damnit I didn't mean to scare the poor guy, "Samuel?" I said reading his name tag, " Uhhh I know you're probably not used to shit like this so early in the morning, but you're doing amazing sweetie. Let me get a coffee, black."

He nodded quickly and entered in my order. I stopped him before he finished up, "Oh, and I'm sorry but could you add a cup of ice for my guy back there." I pointed behind me to the group of people checking on the injured prick.

"On his tab, of course!"

I paid for my order and took a seat at one of the tables near the pick up counter. Since I was already up and not going back to sleep because I had a few classes, I decided to pull out my laptop to study for an upcoming exam. While doing so, I locked eyes with the figure before me and gave a subtle smirk. I'm not gonna hold you. He did get hella fine over the years, but I wouldn't fuck em though. I heard he has community dick.

Oh, yeah I forgot. I'm gay. Sparkles, rainbows, and getting my back blown out.

Listen, I'm not mean. Everything I do, it's for a reason, and he just so happens to be a hoe. That's a good enough reason to me. He gives out dick like he's Oprah. You get the dick! You get the dick! You get the dick!

"I know I can see you."

I stared directly at him, "Well I have eyes, so that makes sense. I also see that you have your cup of ice. How are you healing up?"

He scrunched up his face as he walked towards me. I wasn't that tall. I was a little 5 foot something but my strength and spunk made up for that.

He pointed his finger at me, "Who do you think you're talking to?"

"You better get your finger out of my face before I break that shit off like a KitKat."

He pulled his hand away and placed it behind his back while the other was still grabbing his crotch.

"Public masturbation, I always knew you'd turn out to be a creep."I chuckled.

"Such big talk for someone like you tiny Tim."

"I may be tiny, but that doesn't mean I won't whoop your ass."

"Is that suppose to scare me? Do you know who you're messing with?" He glared at me waiting for my response. You could cut the silence with a knife. One way or another we ended up chest to chest, or chest to face considering my height.

"Thats the thing, I know exactly who you are. See we've been crossing paths, but never saying anything to one another, but this time it's going to be different. In all honesty you have one time to cross me the wrong way and who knows what might happen." A moment of silence was held between us, "Are you scared yet?"

"I have a caramel frappe for Thomas and a black coffee for Alexander!" The barista shouted.

We both walked up to the counter where our drinks sat. I felt him staring a whole into my back.

"It was nice seeing you Jefferson."

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Hey y'all before I hit you with Part II of the book. I'm gonna revise Part I. So as I go and revise these chapters I advise you to go and re-read them because I will be adding more dialogue and plot points the book to tie it all together.

Also please don't forget to vote, comment, and share! It really helps the books ranking when you do that and it also makes me geek out to see you guys loving the book. Chapter Two will be revised and updated tomorrow.

Love Ellie.