Intercepting Authority

Chapter One

Sutton

Everywhere you go, stuck up bitches are surrounding you. More often than not, a damn football player isn't too far from them. It's almost like an episode of the Jersey Shore, only preppy and even more drama.

My first day here included a girl tossing her soda at me because her so called boyfriend decided on hitting on me.

Although I wanted to beat the shit out of her, I kept my calm and just walked away. I had no interest in her sleazy ass boyfriend and I sure as hell didn't want any attention on me.

College was already going to be the best experience of my life! So why did I need more drama than my life already entailed? I mean, it's not like my family is a weekly contestant on who can out Jerry Springer the rest of the neighbors, but we still had our problems.

My family was an acquired taste that even I didn't want to choke down most days. Now if you told me that I was going to get to be part of a dramaful college, I would have put two middle fingers in the air and ran the other way. One week in and I swear this place is insane.

Hill Tech has been my dream for the last three years, and now that I'm here, I don't know how I feel about it. The town itself is quiet and peaceful, something I needed when I left home. It's got this cozy feel to it that makes you just feel at home.

Well, that is until the Friday night lights turn on and everyone and their mother goes crazy about those damn football players.

Supposedly our school is ranked number one in the state, and that is a tremendous deal.

Can't you tell how much I care about those jackasses? Yeah, they are jackasses. They act like their shit doesn't stink on campus and I've even had to slap one of them for putting his hand up my skirt one afternoon while I was bending over to grab my notebook that I had dropped by the science building.

I did get enjoyment from the look on his smug asshole face when I slapped him. I'm sure he thought that it was a privilege to let his hand grope me inappropriately. He was so wrong.

Even his buddies thought that I was insane for slapping him, but I didn't care. Other than the one that was still a few feet behind the group. He was something else that I didn't even want to think about.

His high cheekbones and dirty blonde hair called to me, but I refused to even acknowledge him. He was probably just as bad as the rest of them and I wanted nothing to do with them.

I came to Hill Tech to get my degree, and that's it. I didn't need any drama and most of all I didn't need any boys.

For one, I don't like when I guy tries to tell me what to do. Fuck that shit. I am a grown woman who pays for her own college education. I left home to get away from a guy who was like that, and I am not here to meet another one. Even if his gray eyes still haunt my dreams. Nope. Not going to happen.

Tossing my bag on my bed, I sigh and look around my tiny little dorm room. I was lucky enough to get a cool roommate for my first year here. I mean, I've heard a few horror stories down at the mixer we had last weekend.

One girl said that her roommate used to leave used pads out for her to see every month like clockwork. I gagged just thinking about it. I mean, yeah I know it's natural for us women to have a monthly visitor, but I don't need to see someone else's vagina blood when I walk through the room.

Lecia is the total opposite of that, thank you, Jesus! She is wildly inappropriate, blunt, and probably even a little bit crazy. Just yesterday, she almost junk punched a football player for trying to grab her sandwich in the quad. Like I said, she's the perfect roommate for my first year here.