Muddle on! (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 1

     The First six months of my busy student life had passed swiftly. I found a job in a small bagel place and worked there early mornings from five till nine every day except Sundays. Also, I befriended my roommate Tinley. She was a quiet little thing who had more books stashed under her bed than our library. She was one of those cute girls who always hide behind their glasses and wear loose clothes to cover their fragile figures. The first thing she said when entered our dorm room for the first time was: "Oh, thank goodness! You are not one of those mean girls!"

I couldn't disagree. I was most definitely not mean; at least, I never had to confront anyone to turn mean. I dare say that I was even nice. Though, I really never had anybody to show any of my sides. Generally speaking, I was somewhere in the middle, and we already have established the fact that I was quite average in any sphere of my life. However, the difference between Tinley and I was that I cared not, and she was just scared of everything. So, on the soil of mutual disappointment with people, we got closer and created our Tinley and I's little world.

Not going to lie. To have only one friend still felt lonely. After moving to Boston from my sunny California, and leaving behind my family and that small number of people who somewhat cared about me, I never became different. I didn't suddenly change from average girl to a party animal that had groups of people circling around her day and night. Before you ask me, no, I didn't get to Harvard. I was no genius either. It was just a college of Art and Design that happened to be in Boston. Though, they offered me a scholarship. I wasn't a total bum after all.

So, carrying on with my soppy average life saga, let me move to the moment when my life suffered a significant change.

It happened one glorious Sunday afternoon in a month of March. Taking my break from studies, Albert and me, decided to take a walk around the city and found a beautiful Starbucks café somewhere in the downtown of Boston. The day was cold and unpleasantly windy. All my want was concentrated on a cup of coffee and a slice of banana bread. I'm sure any of you would love that combination. Especially banana bread... Anyhow, I waited in line to be served, then took a corner table and started nibbling on my food slowly chowing each piece.

While having my wonderful food party moment, I took a visual tour by the allowance, noticing that most of the tables were occupied with groups of friends and couples. After scanning the faces around me thoroughly, I stopped at a particular company of four.

They were seating up front, but I could see them quite well from my position. I didn't even need to turn my head. Naturally, when you see the four good-looking lads, and you are a sad single girl, you indubitably stare them up and down.

And that's what I did.

I scrutinized every inch of them that was available to my eyes: Three of them were with dark hair, and one was blond. The distance between us didn't let me study their appearances in details, but it was close enough for me to see that all four were drop-dead gorgeous. And I mean it. I've never seen so utterly perfect guys before. Well, I did, but not together in one place, so close to me. They looked like their parents had been taking special breeding classes, before to conceive them. It was as if a slogan: "Wealth, Health, Leadership, Success!" was hanging above their heads in an invisible halo. All of them looked sharp and built. I was sure that all of them were tall and well spoken, and most probably Harvard students of Business or Law.

Damn it!

Of course, my excitement was short lived. I was not the only one who couldn't keep my eyes off of their good-looking group. Moreover, guys ever approached me only two times in my life. The first time was when my classmate Danny asked me about the home assignment, and second when Zack Polinsky asked me to the prom, and it wasn't because he liked me.