"I DON'T DO GOOD GIRLS" || CS

03

A party is what Freddie understood under getting me laid. I mean, I'm not complaining, i thought she was going to pull some pretty woman shit on me for a second.

"You know, you don't get laid if you don't look like you are enjoying yourself at this party." Freddie hints at me. She looks in her element: wearing high heals, a black dress and her hair down. I borrowed a silver dress from her, pairing it with my nude pumps, the only high heels I own. My hair was up in a half bun.

"That guy. He looks hot and you'd fit together amazingly." I follow Freddie's finger and I see she is pointing at the drunk guy from last night.

"No way Jose." I shake my head, pulling a disgusted face.

"He isn't your type? How is that even possible? He looks like a young Zeus!" I laugh at her remark.

"He kept me from sleeping last night. Drunken knocked on our door. What do I say, he banged on our door screaming for a Shailene, or something. His name is Cole." I inform her.

"You could be his rebound girl!" Freddie claps her hands, picturing our happy make out session.

"Freddie, I want my first kiss to be special, not with some kind of drunk asshole." I shiver at the thought of it.

"You should just go talk to him then. See what his deal is. You have an excuse!" She urges and I sigh, I'm going to do it just to get rid of her complaining and pushing.

I make my way over to him and I notice him talking to some blonde barbie.

The barbie takes off and he focuses back on his drink. A beer. I roll my eyes.

"Hi." I try.

"Oh my god, another stalker." He rolls his eyes, the alcohol clearly showing.

"Okay, you shouldn't be so full of yourself. Probably why Barbie over there left." I laugh at my own remark.

" I don't care about Barbie, why would you?" He doesn't look at me. Okay, time to confront him.

"So, Cole, what was that last night? Waking me in the middle of the night, calling for a Shailene? I think I deserve an apology."

"Well, you are wasting your time if you think you'll get that from me." He laughs humourlessly.

"Okay, great. Another asshole remark to add to the list. I'm going." I leave him and roll my eyes again. Seriously, I hope I never see this guy again. He's too conceited.

"How was it?"  Freddie asks as she hands me my drink. It's a Mojito.

"Bullshit. He's the most arrogant man on this planet, I tell you." I can't seem to stop rolling my eyes at him.

"Your babies would have looked so cute though!" She pouts at me and I smack her shoulder playfully.

"Since we are here, why don't we dance?" She suggests and I nod, leaving my half empty Mojito drink on the bar.

We dance to several songs before Freddie is too tired to go on and we go home.

"Still bummed that Comy didn't work out." She pouts again.

"Comy? Literally?" I snort at her remark and open the door to our dorm.

"Yes! I've figured a ship name could maybe help you."

"It's not happening, Freds, he is a total douche bag. Remember." I roll my eyes as I make my way to the bathroom to wipe off the last traces of make up left on my face.

"Okay, fine. No Comy then. I'll hook you up with somebody else starting next week." She mumbles as she falls asleep.

I laugh and get in my bed to, first putting off the lights and then wandering off to neverland.

***
Today is my first day of classes and luckily, I got the chance to follow Adeline to our building , dedicated to "arts".

"So, I'd better hurry to my class of historical criticism, I can't be late for my first course." Adeline waves goodbye and scurries away.

Now I'm on my own and I need to find Professor Winston's room, B212, to follow my first class in New York.

I start walking through the corridors, not finding anything starting with a B. To my great surprise, I bump into someone and I fall to the ground.

The other person remains standing. I look up and discover my body collided with the one and only Cole Sprouse. Is he an arts major?

"Watch your step, girly." He says uninterestingly as he passes by me.

"My name is Amy, okay!" I yell and sigh. I guess I'll have to ask someone about the B212 room.

A few minutes later I find myself in my class. It's English history, which is an important class to take when you study English literature.

Great. I spot Cole Sprouse sitting at the back. What the hell is he doing here? Is he English lit as well?

That boy keeps following me around and I just can't stand it. Why me?

After class I hurry over to him to confront him.

"Who is the stalker now?" Cole turns around and faces me, a sarcastic smile across his face. His friends stare at me and laugh. I roll my eyes at their childish behaviour, trying to look my toughest.

"Oh, right! I guess you are new here, girly,"

"Amy." I interrupt him as he laughs. If he wasn't this handsome I would smack him across the face. Too bad his attitude spoiled it all for him.

"Amy. Why would you think I am stalking you?"

"You are not the type to major in arts to me."

"Oh, but I am. I am an archaeology major, which is also the reason why I have to be in this class. Maybe I could ask you the same?" He licks his lips and frowns at me, an uninterested look plastered on his face.

"I'm an English literature major." I inform him and turn around to walk away.

"Don't ever speak to me again, girly. It is not good for my image." I could literally grunt aloud now of annoyance but I decide against it.

"What image, huh? But trust me, I will never do that again." I turn on the heel of my foot and walk away, flicking my hair back to add to my dramatic walk.

***
Once home, I felt the urge to start a diary just to piss about Cole, but I decide against it and go downstairs to the girls' showers to take a shower.

I wrap a towel around my naked body and grab my toiletries and my pyjamas.

When I get out of my dorm room, I suddenly feel very exposed. It is only 6pm, so most of the students are arriving in there dorms, which means loads of them can see me half naked like this.

I scurry downstairs and close the door to the girls' bathroom. I change and choose a shower. Luckily I'm alone here, which means I can sing aloud in the shower.

I sing some Little Mix songs before I turn it off, get out and start drying myself and brush my teeth, changing into my night gown.

When I get out, I see a couple making out in the hall. Shit, it is Cole and that barbie doll. My eyes widen in horror and I quickly run passed, hopefully without being noticed.

Finally reaching my dorm, I let out a sigh. That was close. I mean, if he told me he never wanted to speak to me again, he wouldn't be bothered anymore by me, and I was going to keep my end of the bargain up as long as I could possibly do that.