Hola! :)
Okay, so here's a brief heads up.
I don't like "perfect" characters. At all. You will not immediately love either of the two main characters (I don't think) at first. As they grow and mature, it is my goal you also grow to love them.
Secondly, this story will be exactly twenty-one chapters. I literally have it all planned out, chapter summaries did in Google Docs and everything.
Thirdly, I will attempt to name each chapter with the song that either inspired it or randomly came on my Spotify playlist. Lol
Last but not least, I don't mind constructive criticism. Not a bit.
Finally, enjoy (or not...do you glen coco)!
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Isaac Gardner was screwed.
Running his hands over his exasperated face, he rushed to think of a plan, a course of action, a play.
He could test his luck and try to take the quiz with zero preparation. Maybe peruse what little notes he'd scribbled down in between Netflix shows and the film studies that demanded most of his attention during class. Or, he could simply skip the class altogether, and make up some excuse entailed in a short email to be sent to Professor Watkins later that evening.
Despite his quick brainstorming, none of his ideas seemed good enough. They just weren't cutting it.
He glanced at the clock. It read 10:59. Rounding it up to the start of the hour, he now had exactly two hours to figure out something.
Tapping his foot against the rough carpet, he dropped his iPhone on his lap and let his eyes wander up.
"Perfect," was the single word that escaped his mouth when he laid eyes on his answered prayer as she sauntered down the steps of the multi-level library.
Her name was Chamony Wells.
She was a rather plain-looking senior. Nothing about her stood out. Her blonde hair was curly, frizzy, and always looked like she ignored styling. She didn't seem to be big on makeup as her face was always bare, exposing a few blemishes and hyperpigmentation. Fashion-wise, she never dressed up. Or, at least, he'd never seen her wear anything outside of sweatpants and graphic t-shirts. She almost always wore a pullover or zip-up hoodie. Her physique was unextraordinary. She was on the heavier side, her midsection chunky, arms slightly big, and her thighs rubbed together in ways he found rather unattractive. She was clearly opposed to exercise.
Despite all of this, she was the best thing, err, person, he'd seen all day. She was his saving grace, his angel in unappealing disguise. While Chamony made no effort to look attractive, he was convinced that was because she directed that effort toward her academics. Whether it was in the class that they had together, or at the library before/after that same class, or even throughout the week, she always had that same look on her face.
Determination
He could even equate it to the same look from his teammates while in practice or in the midst of a game.
A quick glance at his watch reminded Issac that time is of the essence. He grabs his phone and makes his way across the floor.
He awkwardly stands on the other side of the long wooden table that separates them. Her eyes shift between her notebook and her laptop. Isaac waits for her to initiate conversation. A good minute lapses. He rolls his eyes and notices the single white cord dangling in front of her chest. His lips form a small 'o.' She has in earbuds. He plops down in the seat and leans over the table.
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