💭D A H L I A 💭
I walk out the car door and shiver slightly due to the cold temperature. It was about 15 degrees Celsius and the only thing that was sheltering me from the cold was an olive coloured turtleneck which was layered under a hand-knitted jumper from my late grandma with light washed skinny jeans and black boots.
I walk into the university and straight into the cafeteria to look for my friends. Once I found them, I sat beside them and communicated for a bit. My inner circle consisted of a maximum of four people (including me): Holly, Iris and Rose. We were a kind of special friendship group seeing that our names resembled a flower or plant.
Holly and Iris were best friends whereas me and Rose were best friends. We all met during freshman year since no-one came to any of our individual schools (we were all in different highschools). Rose and Iris were somehow alike- seeing that they were both from an African country called Cameroon. Iris, however, was also of an Uruguayan descendant but she mostly spoke French with Rose.
Holly was from Brooklyn, New York but moved to Delaware with her mom after she had her at a young age
I was born in Germany but my parents were English and Vietnamese, then we moved to America when I was 5.
"Welcome back students of UCLA and I hope you all had a wonderful thanksgiving! Please remember that in a month and a few days, it will be Christmas break so please sign out beforehand and make sure everything is locked," one of the receptionist say through the loud speaker. After, we all walked to our own classes. I had chosen to do a master's degree in psychology with Holly so we walked the same way into our class. I sat in my seat next to Holly- a row from the back and soon, more and more students flood the room.
After 10 minutes into the lesson, Mr Hartley- an incredibly strict, middle aged teacher starts to give out books. Then, one of the students walk in casually (despite his tardiness)
"Mr Dolan" He sighs as he rests his books on the table "how inconvenient of you to come-" he says as he studies his watch "-10 minutes into a lesson"
"Sorry sir, my car broke down."
"You drive between lessons? Even though I remember that I was complaining to you this morning about your drop in grades?" Mr Hartley asks
"I must've forgot something at my friend's dorm" Grayson shrugs
"Dorm rooms are 2 minutes away walking and 30 seconds away running so how come you are late!" He yells as he bangs his fist into his desk.
At this point, the whole class had silenced as we watch in anticipation to see who'd win this rowdy argument
"Sir, you spend 15 minutes walking from next door to here and you are seriously yelling at me because of my speed. This is Psychology not gym" Grayson spits back at him
Mr Hartley goes quiet and tells Grayson to sit in his seat- which was at the back with a few of his friends. Mr Hartley clears his throat awkwardly and proceeds with the lesson
"Hey!" Someone whispers whilst tapping my back, I turn around and Grayson looks at me
"Do you have a pen?"
I shake my head and he simply nods
After the lesson had finished, I walked out with Holly and decided to rest at her dorm room since my apartment was a 10 minute drive and I couldn't be bothered
"Hey!" Someone yells once we get out. I turn around and see Grayson running towards us "you forgot your pen"
I start to laugh nervously "that isn't my pen"
Grayson mutters a silent 'oh' and shakes his head "anyway, I'm hosting a party on Friday Wanna come? Dress casual if you are," he says as he pulls a piece of paper from his book and writes an address and phone number and hands it to me
"Thanks." I say shortly as I politely accept his invitation and walk away
Holly takes the invitation and studies it. "Bel air? Is this a frat party?"
"How do you know?" I ask
Holly pulls out her phone and straight to Instagram and types @/GraysonDolan. She hands me the phone and I scroll through his pictures.
"His dad is.." I say as I see a picture of him and his dad
".. Sean Dolan" She says, planting a smirk onto her face
"Isn't he the founder of Playboy?"
"Yes"
I gasp in awe as I scroll through more pictures- featuring him with a bunch of models on a yacht. Him, shirtless and wearing a sailors' cap and more
"Are we going?" Holly asks
"Definitely." I say as I hand Holly her phone back
As we walk into Holly's dorm, we were greeted with the smell of breakfast and pans clashing. We walk over to see what the fuss was about, only to discover Alicia- Holly's dorm mate
"Hey Hols. Hey Dali!" Alicia says
"Hey, I thought you left for lesson?" Holly says
"No. My professor cancelled last minute so we have the lesson off before we have a supply to fill in," She answers
"Cool," Holly says as she goes into her side of the room and sits down
Holly's side of the room matched her personality and appearance perfectly. Holly was sharp and sassy. She had pale skin and was a red-head and said her mom called her Holly due to her red hair. Holly suggests that her dad is where she gets her looks from (although she's never met him in her life and Holly was just her mum's 3-year-long boyfriend's child who left immediately after the arrival of Holly). However, Holly was incredibly smart and set aside her 'bitchiness' when it came to schoolwork.
Holly's wall was a crimson red- just like her glossy lipstick. And had a tidy single bed. Black fairy lights with red lights and a bunch of polaroid pictures attached with wooden pegs hung up on the wall and her black dressing table worked as both a desk and a makeup table.
"So," Holly says as she pursed her red lips "shall we tell the girls about the party?"
"Okay" I say as I look at the time. It was currently 9:40 and we only spent 10 minutes walking and for Holly to dump her bag onto the floor since we didn't have a lesson until early afternoon and the other girls finish in 5 minutes.
We exit Holly's building and sit in the cafeteria and wait until everyone arrives. Rose arrives first from the dance studio and after, Iris comes from engineering.
"Guys I have a surprise for you," Holly speaks
"What?" Rose asks as she furrows her eyebrows
"Grayson Dolan is hosting a party." Holly says
"I know. I have his brother in my class and that's all he could talk about."
"Wanna go?" I ask
"I'm down." Iris says
We all look at Rose who was playing with her nails. She realises that she has 3 pairs of eyes looking at her after a moment "What?"
"Are you going?" I ask
"It's a frat party. I'm not going" She says- disapproval laced in every word
"Please?" Holly asks
"No," She answers
"Rose." I say, giving her a look
She bites her lip cautiously and fiddles with her fingers before looking at us
"I guess one party won't hurt,"
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