The Blue Stone Alley

I'mma potatooo

"Hello gorgeous." A random guy said. "I'm Dean, nice to meet you."

I glanced at him. "I'm Keira." I replied coldly.

I just can't go alongwith him, he's been looking at me maliciously for the entire time.

"So you're a foreign student?" He asked.

I nod my head yes.

"Oooh. I love exotic beauties."

I kept ignoring him, but he's too aggravating.

I wanted to change my seat and move away from Dean but Mrs. Andrews was in the middle of discussing our Schedule and classes so I can't.

"Here are your respective schedules. The rooms and buildings were also indicated, but just incase you got lost you can always ask for our university staff's assistance." Mrs. Andrews mused. "Claire, will you distrubute this?" She then handed the cards to one of the student assistants

Dean kept bugging me the entire time. He's very touchy and I'm having a hard time dodging him.

Ms. Claire handed me my schedule card, but it quickly slipped away from my hands as Dean snatched it out.

"Hey!" I protested.

He scanned the card, pulling it out of my reach. "Geez, we're in the same chemistry and calculus class!" He uttered vehemently.

"Dean give it back!" I said compelling him to do so, but his stubborn ass refused.

"Mr. Mallori, please return that schedule sheet to Ms. Martinez?—or maybe not if you wouldn't mind attending my anti-bullying seminar later at the mason's hall."

Dean smirked before he handed back the card.

"Hey um keira, right?" The girl beside me approached.

"Yeah." Then I smiled faintly.

"We can like exchange seat if you wa--" she didn't had a chance to finish her sentence as dean cut her off.

"No thanks Farrah. I think keira would be better beside me." He mused as he glared at the girl.

"Yeah that's what I thought dean." Farrah looked at me before she looked down.

I sighed.

"Hey keira, would you like to explore the campus with me?" Dean offered.

"Umh thanks, but I have a lo--"

"I hope Ms. Martinez minds to listen to the guidelines of the university first before engaging in to some chitchat session with Mr. Mallori. Right guys?" Mrs. Andrews sarcastically delivered to catch everyone's attention.

--what?! As far as I know I'm the one being bugged by this guy!

"Sorry ma'am." I apologized.

Time passed.

The orientation lasted for so damn long. They discussed the university regulation that no one is allowed to arrive late for like 7 times; and that the students can wear whatever the fuck they want.

Its fucking 7pm already. That discussion lasted for 4 hours, my goodness!

I went out of the campus and decided to grab a quick shot of caffeine before going home—you know, a little coffee time.