Vera In Love

One

❝And finished,❞ I say while closing the book I just finished.

I stretch my arms up to the ceiling - letting out a loud yawn. Looking over at the digital clock, it read 9:13AM. I grab my laptop and hook it up to charge for later. Swinging my legs out of bed, I sit for a moment making sure that all of me is here. Lady, my Birman cat, rubs her body against my leg - purring to get my attention. I reach down to pick her up, cradling Lady like a baby.

"Morning," I baby-talked to her.

Lady just squirms in my embrace. She jumps out of my arms and onto the bed - nuzzling into my pillow. I wished life was that simple.

I gather my notebooks and books for today's classes. English literature, history, and biology - what a horrible class schedule. Luckily, I have biology first and creative writing last. From my desk, I fill up my pencil case with highterlighters, gel pens, mechanical pencils, an eraser, and extra lead. I put everything inside my I ♥ Darcy tote bag. I unplug my laptap, putting it in the black laptop case. I grab the pile of clothes from the armchair and head to the bathroom.

Once out, Frida is in the kitchen blending a fruit smoothie. Her large mane of curls are pulled back into a high bun. She wears an off the shoulder t-shirt with gym shorts. Frida has recently been into a smoothie diet. Yesterday, she bought a shit ton of frozen fruit bags and fresh vegetables - along with a large bag of ice. She cracks two eggs and continues to blend the fruits. Frida takes a quick glance at me.

"Good morning," she greets me. "Early class schedule?"

I nod taking a seat at the breakfast bar. Frida places two plates of eggs with sausage and toast, with two glasses of her famous berry smoothie.

"So, have you texted the guy from my English class?" Frida questions after five minutes of silence.

I look up from my eggs and sausage to stare at her. Frida shrugs as if it was no bother to ask me.

"No, I haven't. I'm not interested."

"Oh c'mon, Vera. When are you going to date?" Frida asks.

I shrug. "Whenever I decide to. Now, I'm going to be late. See you for dinner."

Plopping down in my desk of my last class, I exhale in relief that I got here five minutes before class began. After catching my breath, I take out my class materials onto the desk. Reaching in to take out the required textbook, my elbow bumps the pencil case off my desk to the tiled-floor. I was about to reach down for it, but a hand has already beat me to it. I stare up to meet a pair of dark brown eyes that hid behind round-framed glasses. Sitting back against the chair, the stranger who picked up my pencil case straightens himself from squatting.

He's tall with broad shoulders. His black hair falls over his eyes, making him flip it to the side. He wore black - a color that suited him well. His black t-shirt was tucked into his ripped black skinny jeans that matched well with his Vans. I gaze up back at him too see him holding out my pencil case.

"You dropped this," he says.

Oh. "Thanks," I say taking it back.

Guy with no name takes the empty seat next to mine. Has he always sat there? He places down his iced coffee on the corner of his desk as he takes out a thin notebook and ink pen. He slouches back with one leg over the other has he looks through his phone. Our literature professor walks in three minutes later, which pulls away my attention from the guy next to me.

"Alright class, I have an emergency to go to. For fifteen minutes I want you to pick a partner and discuss this new assignment. Please hurry." She impatiently says as she hands out the paper with the new assignment.