Someday

2

Time skip to where Maya is in College

Maya's point of view

"I mistook you for my friend and just jumped on you in front of all these people. You don't know how embarrassed I am." My cheeks a bright pink.

"Well, " The boy says runs his hand through his short length dark brown, almost black hair, "I will admit that I glad you did. And a bit jealous you have a male friend that's is friends with a beautiful girl like you."

His jawline was sharp enough to cut. A small, barely noticeably scar right above his left eyebrow. His tall frame was almost identical to the person I thought he was.

His small comment made my cheeks flush. God, could it get any worse? I was red enough.

"Thanks," I laugh nervously before continuing,"sorry, again."

"It's fine." He says with a blinding smile. It could make any girl melt. It made me melt and I just met the boy.

"Well I have to go find my friend. I'll will see you around?"

"Yes. For sure."

"Bye," I pause waiting for him to tell me his name.

"Uhhh, Ryan. Ryan Cole."

"Maya Hunter." I said with a smile shaking his hand quickly, before giving Ryan a small smile.

"Maya." My name rolling off his tounge, him playing with my name. Testing it.

"That's me. Okay, bye Ryan." I said.

Running in the halls of NYU. I hate the homework and school work, but NYU was great.  It was the best school for me. I was passing all my classes, even math. After my sophomore year of high school I was a straight A student. I passed every class. Of course because of that I was accepted to USC, NYU, PCC, UCLA, and more colleges.

Even some art schools in Europe. It was sad to have to turn them down but I couldn't leave my mom, my dad, my new baby brother Will Hunter, and the Matthews. It would have been to much. 

Of course I didn't want to go far from home so I am here. In NYU. I had only been here for about one year, I hadn't made a lot of friends. Only a few. I wasn't the most popular and have yet to go to any college party that I had been invited too by the older college boys.

I knew to them I would be -what they call it- fresh meat. Thinking I would let them in my pants, or even spread my legs for them.

It was only a year and I had so much homework but I manage to finish and have time to study and sleep. So I was on the good side.

Walking down the halls a hand grabs my upper arm. I try to let out a scream because the grip on my arm was not so friendly, but it's block by a hand over my mouth.

I could feel the stranger's breathing against my neck. I struggle to get away, but all of a sudden the hand was removed and the stranger turned me around.

"You fuckin asshole!" I scream punching the strong chest.

Getting looks from people who heard my not so holy words. But when this person was attacking me no one was helping.

"You scared me!" I fold my arms and stomp my feet.

"Asshole." I mumble out look at his tall frame.

"Awww babe don't be mad." His smile and pleading eyes caused a smile on my face.

I could not be mad. There was no way. I mean he was too cute to be mad at.