Immortal Magic

Chapter 1: College Boy

Max was a 19 year old boy who worked at a Starbucks, and was going to attend Duke University in two days. His parents had died years ago in a car crash, so he saved every bit of inheritance and money he had.
Max was even surprised he made it into the college, for he was merely making A's in every subject. Except sports... he was terrible at sports. Even if you made him catch a football he couldn't do it. But he was a very fast runner and was the fastest on his track team in high school.

Max's job at his neighborhood Starbucks was absolutely dreadful. Even the first time he went in for an interview, the boss told him to change his "dyed" hair back to its original color. This was going to be hard for him because his natural hair color was a dark blue, and every time he tried dying it, it would only last for a day or two.
"Didn't I tell you to change your hair back!?" The manager raged. Max rolled his eyes. "This is my natural hair color sir." The manager's ears were practically blowing steam out of them. "Besides, why does it matter to you?" Max mumbled.
Apparently the manager ignored of just didn't hear him, because he started mumbling to himself and walked away.

Max's fingernails were growing, like usual, She he was the slightest bit upset or mad. They usually just grew a few centimeters, but now they stared growing in inches. That's why he always had to cut his fingernails. One he even got his nails polished, just to see how much they grew. Of course, his workplace couldn't accept that so they sent him home early. His fingernails grew about two inches that day.

This was a very common occurrence as it happened every day. Rude customers, ruffling his hair, complaining about his hair. Max would quit if he could, but that wasn't a smart option.
His parents were in the lower middle class, so his inheritance was rather dull. He could barely pay for half a semester with it. And he lived on his own now since he went out of foster care at 18.

He mentally sighed as he walked out of Starbucks. He grabbed his iPhone his foster family recently got him to celebrate his high school graduation. Oh how he missed and adored them... He dialed their number.
No reply. "Oh I forgot they're at work." He whispered to himself, sticking his phone back in his jean pocket.

He then went to Duke in his new car he bought for college. It was a used white Chevrolet for around 30,000 dollars. His inheritance was 100,000, so he used most of that money, plus his job at Starbucks chipped in.
He drove to the Duke University and parked near the front of the enormous castle. It was time to face his fears, and meet people. You see, Max was very anti-social. He went to a party once, and never went to one again.
His old friend brought him there, but his experience was overrated. People threw things, people were drunk, people babbled like idiots, so therefore, Max was never going to a party again.

He was walking cautiously on the sidewalk, playing a game on his phone, when he suddenly bumped into a girl about an inch taller than him, with unordinary fuchsia hair and an unusually bright yellow colored highlights tied together in a short, thick, braid. She wore a red and white striped polo shirt, with denim jeans. She too was indeed on her phone.

"Sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going." The girl apologized, with a sloppy, slightly embarrassed, smile. "Oh it's okay." She looked at him up and down, scanning everything about him. She was staring intensely at his hair. She quickly recovered, by putting on a huge grin. She bore two books in her hands, both on the interesting topic of philosophy.

"I'm Max, what's your name?" Max questioned, trying to break the silence. "I'm Carmen. I assume you attend Duke here with me?"
Max nodded. "You bet. Hey do you know where the dorm registry is?" He questioned. He was going to look for it, but figured he could ask now. She craned her head to her right looking at the prestigious castle. "I already went, so I can easily show you." She smiled wide.

She walked him into the building and took him down a few corridors and ushered him to a big auditorium, with many people sitting and chatting. Max shuffled in his spot. "So next is another left and then we'll be there." Carmen informed him. Max groaned.
"You just got here, how do you know this place so well?" She winked. "Because I didn't just get here. Now let's go this way." Max was confused, but placed her ominous words out of his mind. They soon came to a crowded area with a long desk with many people sitting in a row. There were letter cards telling what letter of the alphabet each different person managed.
He went to the person who managed letters A-C.

"Hello, what is your name young man?" He blushed. "Max Calipher." The lady in charge hummed a tune as she typed thing into a computer and scrolled. She clicked something on it and started asking him questions.
"Where did you go to high school?" He named his old local high school. He had lived close to it still, but he never wanted to go there again.
"Okay middle school?" He paused. He could barely remember anything from before high school, and he never knew why.

Carmen waited behind him patiently, tapping away on her phone.

It was embarrassing because the lady looked like she right about lost her patience.
"Okay... if you can't remember that I doubt you can remember you elementary school..." she mumbled sourly. Max started to lose his patience. "Anything else?" He asked annoyed.

"Your dorm number is 186. Your dorm mate has checked in. Next!" Carmen's eyebrows perked up when she walked over to Max. She grabbed his hand up to her face and stared at it. "What's up with your nails?" She asked with radiating curiosity.
He rolled his eyes and shoved them into his jean pockets, accidentally scratching her hands.

"What's got your panties in a bunch." She mumbled. She put her hands in her pockets as well.

They walked in silence all the way to the dorms. Well, it's more like she walked and Max followed. They ended up at the dorm rooms. "Right next to me huh." She sneered. Max sighed. "Apparently so." There was a long silence.

"Look, I know we've started on the wrong foot, but I'm a nice person, and I think you are too, so is like to start over. I'm Carmen." She extended her hand. "I'm Max." He extended his hand and they shook them. Her firm grip made his hand pale slightly.

Out of nowhere, Carmen's dorm room opened and a blonde girl with long flowing hair that happened to be the same hair color as Carmen's but full on, ran up to Carmen and hugged her tightly. "I haven't seen you in so long!" She squealed. Carmen laughed.
"I missed you! I didn't know you were coming here Steph!"

Once their embrace perished, the blond turned to Max. "What do we have here?" She questioned licking her lips. Max shifted uncomfortably. "I'm Stephanie, and as I've heard you're Max?" Max was confused. "How?" He looked at Carmen who in turn shrugged her shoulders.
"I was snooping from inside silly." She tapped his nose. He blushed profusely. She giggled.

"I heard there was a hot party tonight, wanna come with?" She got in his face and looked at him expectantly. "Um... sure? He said confused. Carmen chipped in. "I'll go too. Don't worry, I won't be a third wheel." Stephanie's smile flickered slightly then reappeared stronger than ever. "Okay, let's get prepared shall we?"