Project Prototype

Chapter 1

"Ok, so one day gone, almost three years to go now," I told myself in the morning of the second day of college sitting on bed in my dorm room.

After my short self mourning thought i got  up to wash my face, brush my teeth and my extremely long chocolate hair. Looking in the mirror, i noticed besides my green eyes, chocolate hair and skinny body, another thing that always happens in the morning: yellowish circles around my irises. "God, i wish i could get rid of these" i said, immediately realising that i am not alone in the room.

"Alex, why are you up so early?" Ginna, my roomate asked.

"Sorry if i woke you up. I am trying not to be late again."

"Oh yeah of course, after the yesterdays incident" she half smiled. "Good luck today!"

After i thanked her she went back to sleep. Ginna was in her second year of studies. I was in my first. A freshman. A novice. A noob as they say. I was the first person to arrive at my Romanian course, hoping that my classmates would forget how i bumped into our too-young-to-be-a-teacher-teach and made the both of us fall on the floor appologising to him with a quick "sorry dude".

At the highschool i used to go, my friends would know me as the smarty-sarcastic-clumsy long haired girl. I so wanted to get rid of the last adjective. Of course now it has become a trademark after the first day even here.

"Morning, Alex!" A voice woke me up from my day-thinking.

"Hi, Jordan." I said in a craspy voice.

"Wow, you aren't really a morning person, are you?" He quickly assumed.

"Nope, i actually am not. I am here so soon because of other obvious reasons." I bittery smiled

"No more people to bump into?" He laughed at my expense.

But as soon as i opened my mouth to respond, the teacher started talking about the most prolific era of Romanian literature combined with history. Just like yesterday, the same dark haired boy opened the door. Everyone was staring at him, including me. Not only because of his symmetrical features which were the definition of perfect. Messy dark hair, dark eyes, and a sculpted body. But also because of his awkward way of walking, as if he jus got into a fight or something. 

"Ah, mister David Onevin, glad you finally joined us!" The teacher smiled and then moved on with his story.

David sat in the back of the class, near his friend who was as dark as him, i thought then. All the boys resumed in the class resumed what they were doing before his arrival but the girls kept starring.

Glad that he took my spotlight, i moved my head towards the teacher.
Jordan kept me talking the whole hour. I hated that. I am not a dork or something but if am already in the classroom why waste time talking about meaningless things and not pay attention?

"But why not?" He kept asking.

"Because... ok i'll be there." I said just to make him shut up.

"Cool! So the party starts this week at Connors at 7. Do you know were it is or want me to pick you up?"

"Why would i want you to..."

"Because of the drinking of course!" He stated as if it was obvious.

"Sorry Jordan, but i don't drink. Just give me the adress."

"Mmkey then." He pouted.

When the teacher dismissed us i hurried through the door just to avoid talking to Jordan but of course the words "hurry" and "me" do not reveal a bright future.