The Girl Who Knew It

CHAPTER TWO- Beckham The Acquaintance

Playlist: Halsey- Bad at love

I was never a morning person. I repeat; Never a morning person.
There was something slightly tragic about the birth of a new day.  I don't know, maybe it's just my own morbid way of thinking.  Huffing melodramatically and drawing the covers over my face as the light struck my entire room.  Eyes tightly sealed, body curled warmly under fragrances linens. I silently prayed for a miracle.

Thankfully I had a roommate who understood what personal space and 'not a morning person' meant. Katie was often off to her yoga class every other mornings besides the weekends and I had the apartment complex all to myself.

I loved being alone but since I was set on making my college life go according to my plans I had practically begged and grovelled my parents to let me have a roommate. For once I wanted to seem normal and not the snobbish rich girl who got homeschooled  since she was eight years of age.

Of course I picked Katie out after two weeks of randomly roaming around campus for a perfect specimen to share my space with. I had done a thorough background check on her.  She had to be social and beautiful. No exceptions! The thing about me is I never engage in anything that won't elevate or benefit me in any way.

I'm a chauvinistic bitch. I know.

Groaning and cussing I pulled the covers off and sluggishly walked over to my stereo where I tuned in Prime circle's She always gets what she wants, full blast. Before entering the bathroom to brush my teeth.

A miserable cry erupted from my throat as I scanned through my schedule.

The perk to my miserable life was the bold and liberating fact that I had decided to major in Medicine instead of Artual science, like my parents had demanded for.  To be quite honest it was both horrific and thrilling for it was the first and hopefully the last time I would ever defy them or their plans.

My life was not my own. Sad fact!

After calmly getting ready for the long day ahead .I sent a text to Beckham while I was in class; Did you find him?

The stupid idiot did not answer for at least eleven minutes. My eyes twitched. He knew damn well how murderous I got when I was being ignored.

Beckham; urhm nope! Still searching. I think a  spa date is needed  after this.

I rolled my orbs, over dramatic as always. Beckham was the only peer I texted. I figured I would need a wingman instead of a 'winglady' for school. Let's face it girls are just bitches in heat eighty percent of the time. That's would also be the reason why I never did 'girlfriends'. Trust me, knowing my personality, it would turn into a bloody massacre; A hunger games spin off.

Nope. Not having that.

Beckham was everything I had planned for in one! He was Male and gay! It doesn't get better than that, right!

What! Don't act like gay is not the new fashion? I'm conforming to societies psychotic demands; Girl, get a gay friend or either be gay.

Beckham was a weird exception, he had miraculously warmed his scrawny way into the barrier of my stone cold heart. Ever so threatening to enter.

Don't worry this is as far as he's going to get.

I don't do attachments, period.

Beckham was only part of the plan. Okay the altered version of the plan.