Weed Boy

-video of Hunter-

   Man, I'm just some normal girl who is trying to get her grades up. Hold on, let me backtrack a little. I go to college, so I'm not a normal college girl, that's not what I said. Normal college girls only care about the college experience which to them is parties and boys. What a surprise right. I'm joking. None of my mates are like that. They care about their grades and doing good in college, and getting a great not great. Wonderful job afterward, and then boys. I'm not different mentally, but also physically, I'm not fat or anything I'm fit actually. I play volleyball, but my hair is sort of, long and dark brown and shiny. I cut my hair up to my shoulders and dyed my hair pink, not too bright but a pastel pink.

"Girl with the pastel pink hair." the professor said, everyone started looking at me, I close my computer carefully and look up.

"Yes," I said with a slight smile.

"You'll be working with Hunter Taylor, for the history project fifty percent of your grade," he said looking down at his clipboard.

   The guy that barely goes to class, the guy that sleeps when he actually comes to class, the guy that most of the girls in the class like. I guess I have to work with a hard-headed arse hole. As soon as the teacher said his name, all of the students looked at me awkwardly. I turned around to see Layla's reaction. She tapped my shoulder and leaned to whisper in my ear.

"Good luck girl, he's some hard work," she said with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, well. I'll have this project done with him one way or another." I said shrugging my shoulders and gathering all of my stuff and putting them in my bag.

"I'll meet you at the dorm, I have to meet this Hunter right now, "I said walking out of the room turning around to see Kayla waving goodbye.

  I walked across the college campus to go to the boy's dorms. I step into the building and the smell of sweat and cologne passed through my nose. I turned to see the security looking directly at me. I walked up to him with my head up and holding to straps of my backpack. 

"Why are you here, girl?" he asked with his hands clasped together in front of him.

"Um, I have to work on the project with-" I said rapidly but he cut me off. 

"With who?" he asked with one eyebrow arched.

"Er, Hunter, Hunter Taylor," I said rocking back and forth.

"Oh, on the second floor, second door to you left," he said pointing to the stairs. I turned around and waved at the guard goodbye.

   I walked up the stairs and got up to the second floor, I smelled a little weird. But I recognize the smell someone has spliffs. Don't ask how I know. I walk to the second door on the left like the security guard said. I knock, wait patiently, nothing, knock again, wait patiently, still nothing. I tried again, and someone roughly opened the door widely. I had my head down and my hand up into a fist, I look up a shirtless tall, pale guy about my age with light blue eyes and long black hair looked down at me.

"I don't have weed babe," he said with his eyebrows pulled down.

"I don't want weed," I said looking into his eyes.

"Then what do you want?" he said with annoyance in his voice.

"We have to do a history project together, "I said swaying side to side and he chuckled.

"You must be new here," he said with a smirk on his face leaning on his left leg.

"Yes, I am," I said looking up at him.