4 months later. . .
Y/n sat on a white bench with head phones on and her laptop open to a mix she was working on. Her painted black finger nails slid across the keypad to adjust the sound, the assortment of bracelets around her wrists c linking against the computer.
She was currently waiting for the cab she had called (cuz they didn't have Uber back then😒) to take her to some shitty college her dad was forcing her to go to.
It was bad enough he was making her go. It was bad enough that he worked there. The last thing she needed was him taking her there himself. She wouldn't be able to escape him as it is, there was no way she was going to spend a long car ride trapped with him.
What if he tried to make conversation or something?
Y/n couldn't risk it.
She had just saved the mash-up when she heard the honk of a cab. She set her headphones around her neck and zipped her computer up into its bag. She grabbed the rest of her things and made her way to the dad-free taxi.
She threw her bags into the already opened trunk, placing her computer bag on top with care. She then got into the cab and slammed the door shut, placing her headphones back on her ears.
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As the cab pulled up to Barden University, y/n took a look out the window at all the people dressed in colors so bright they hurt her eyes.
She sighed as she took notice to all the kids who's families were helping them move in.
The driver got out first to open the trunk while y/n slowly opened her door. Her black combat boots dropped to the tar below. She then proceeded to stand up and walk to the trunk to get her things, placing her headphones around her neck.
An R.A. came up to the car to help with her bags. He reached for the computer bag, but y/n quickly said "I got it!" as politely as she could while grabbing the bag. He nodded and picked up her others instead.
Y/n took a few steps away from the cab and sighed as she took in the road that was crowded with parked cars.
Her peace was interrupted when a girl wearing a green Barden shirt stepped into her view.
"Hi there! Welcome to Barden University!" She exclaimed with a giddy smile. "What dorm?"
"Um, Baten hall, I think," y/n replied.
"Okay! So what you're gonna do is you're gonna go down this way," she turned around and pointed forward. "and then you're gonna go right. And then..."
Y/n tried to listen to the girl's instructions, but she got distracted when a car that was driving pass stopped in front of her.
Rocking out and singing along to 'Carry On My Wayward Son' in the back seat was a boy who's dark curly hair looked almost as chaotic as him.
"Don't cha cry no more, oh!" He sang out with the radio.
The boy made eye contact with y/n through the open window as he air-guitared, mimicking the notes in the song. She raised her eyebrows and smiled at him awkwardly.
His little performance was interrupted when the car quickly started forward again, making him slam back against the seat.
And then he was gone.
"-here's your campus map," the girl continued, handing a pamphlet to y/n, "and your official B.U. rape whistle!" As she placed the green whistle into y/n's hand, she paused. "Don't blow it unless it actually happening." She then smiled and let go of it.
Y/n smirked as she placed the whistle between her teeth, shouldered her bag, and walked off.
As she walked across the quad, y/n took into notice all the pathetic people that were there.
She walked past a group of stoners, sitting in a circle of lawn chairs, not giving a damn. Y/n smiled at the thought.
In front of her, an R.A. was pushing a cart stocked with stuffed animals which tipped over due to the overload. A girl who y/n guessed was the owner of the cashe then rushed to pick them all up.
I'm already so done with this place, y/n thought, and continued to her dorm.
A/N: I don't really have much to say except most of this stuff is a major mood for me but idk. Next chapter will be up soon where we meet Gaten and get to know that boy in the car a little more.
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