burns on the way down.

chapter 3

I rushed into the classroom and spotted the seat closest to the, so i wouldn't get noticed. As soon as i sat down i spread my stuff across the desk.

"Hey, don't i know you?" an unknown voice said.

"oh yeah from the elevator!" i exclaimed happy to see him. Then I realized that I looked like total crap.

"Yea,that was me."

"took me a little bit to recognize you, with your hair up like that." i winced at that comment.

"its cute." he said

me and him talked for the whole rest of the class. turns out he walked there, so i offered him a ride.

"So,do you have a roomate?" he asked while we got out of the car

"no, this is my second year here, so i get my own dorm." i explained as we walked into the building

"oh really, this is my first year." he said sheepishly while walking into the elevator.

"oh! seriously? you don't look like a freshi."  I said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Shut up." he said with a smile.

the doors opened and i stepped out.

"wait,here's my number." he said, handing me a piece of paper. i looked at the folded piece of paper and smiled because it reminded me of my high school years. not that i got a lot of numbers or anything. i walked down the hall to my dorm with a giant smile on my face. Till i saw who was on the other side, fucking wren.

my sister.

TO BE CONTINUED....