The next morning is Monday. The first day of school. I wake up to my alarm, having my first class early in the morning, I throw off my covers and turn it off while Jasmin groans. She doesn't have her first class til mid-afternoon. I don't know why I picked early morning classes. I guess just because I'm used to it. Plus I had most of the afternoon free and I don't have any night classes. "You. Are up too early." Jasmin murmurs as I begin to change clothes. I turn around to look at her as I pull up the hem of my shirt. I'm already comfortable around this girl and we hardly know each other. I guess I'm just used to people, mostly Alison, Eleanor, Victoria and I guess now Jasmin, dressing me up exactly how they want me to. So I'm used to other girls pulling my clothes off. Which sounds really.. Weird.
"I have class." I remind her. Jasmin groans and rolls over onto her side away from me. I grin as I continue dressing for the day.
"You should have later classes." Her muffled voice says through her pillows.
"Well umm.. I don't want to and the classes I want to take start early anyways." I shrug as I pull my hair down from its ponytail and shake it out. Heading for the bathroom I brush out my hair and lightly apply makeup.
"Well choose a different major!" Jasmin shouts at me from our room. I grinned. I'm guessing she tried to tell me this but I walked out and was unable to hear her.
"I don't want to change my major." I replied calmly walking back into our room and grabbing up my pre-prepared backpack.
"What are you going to be again?" Jasmin questions with a yawn turning on her side to face me.
"History major." Jasmin groans and flops back down into her stomach. Her face is completely swallowed up by her pillow.
"I hate history." She tells me. I laugh.
"Good thing that's not what you're majoring in then right?" Jasmin mumbles something I can't hear. I just roll my eyes. "See you in a couple of hours then." I tell her as I head for the kitchen.
"Yeah! I'll be up with all the regular people! Have fun in class!" She calls out to me. Rolling my eyes and shaking my head I quickly make some toast and spread butter over it. Running out the door I take the stairs two at a time and emerge in the nearly deserted hallways before heading out into the lounge. There's already a couple of kids down here. Most of them hold large cups of coffee and have big tired eyes. They glance at me and my nervous smile as I make my way out the front door toward the classrooms. It's a pretty short walk to my first class.the building is right across the dorms and happens to be on the first floor. I'm a little nervous and excited to meet my teacher and the students. I'm a bit young for college. I just turned 18! So I'm a bit overwhelmed. Well I assume everyone else might be too.
I pause just outside the door of the room. I'm about ten minutes early but I can already hear voices drifting out from the open doorway. Breathing out slowly I straighten my back and march inside. Nobody really looks at me when I walk in which is fine with me. The teacher glances up though. She's a women in maybe her late fifties. She's wearing glasses and is dressed so similarly to a red breasted robin one might almost mistake her for a large bird. She peers at me over her glasses.
"Name." She asks in a monotone voice.
"Sarah. Sarah Collins." I reply shifting my backpack. Her eyes slide to her clipboard and she checks off my name before motioning for me to sit anywhere. Sighing I make me way around the other students. A guy has his legs stuck out in the middle of the aisle but he shifts them back under his desk when I come around. I sit a desk behind him leaving both of my sides empty and my front and back empty. The guy glances at me as I sit but continues to converse with the blonde across form him. She's tosses her hair over her shoulder now. She reminds me of Alison.
I quietly pull out my book and lace it on the table before pulling out a pen and a notebook. I'm not really going to take notes. I'll probably just doodle on the inside of one of the pages until class starts. Which should be in about five minutes. I begin to drawn intricate swirls on the top left hand corner of the notebook, while tapping my fingers furiously on my leg below the desk. "Hey." I'm so startled i drop my pen and watch it roll off my desk and onto the floor. It's that guy sitting in front of me. He smiles a little as he bends down and grabs up my pen. He stretches his arm over the desk and hands it back to me.
"Oh, umm. Thanks." i say lightly smiling his way. He nods his head.
"No problem. What's your name?" he questions. the blonde girl he had previously been talking to is turned my way as well now. I nervously chew on the inside of my cheek as i recap my pen.
"It's.. Well I'm Sarah." i tell him brushing my hair back out of my line of sight. He grins and nods his head.
"Nice name. I'm Samuel." i give him a small smile. I don't know what else to say. "This is Melissa. Where are you from?" Samuel asks politely. I purse my lips before parting them. As I'm about to reply my phone buzzes on my desk. A message from Alison pops up. A link followed by a couple of exclamation points.
"Hold on." i murmur lightly, blushing. Samuel nods and Melissa whispers something to him. She's been staring at me quizzically, like she might recognize me. God, i hope she doesn't. I slide open the message and input my password. There's no other message just the link and exclamation points. Frowning i tap on it and watch as the screen switches for the internet. The small loading symbol tumbles over my screen before the familiar red banner for TMZ slowly loads down my screen. The headlining cover page;
Sarah Collins seen hooking up with.. This Guy?! Wrinkling my nose i scroll down and spot some grimy photos of Jackson and I. Except if you don't know Jackson it would look like i was talking and dancing with any regular ole' guy. My frown deepens and i quickly take a screen shot of the article before saving the adjoining photos. Closing out of safari i press the twitter app and i quickly press the notifications button.
Almost ten thousand mentions. I've stopped trying to reply to people. I only do it every now and then and i definitely don't follow any fans. I only follow famous people and people i know. I press the new tweet button and attach the photos. I press the emoji keyboard and place the laughing, crying face before composing the rest of my tweet. Wow this is dumb. That's Jackson. As in my best friend. @Jackson_Marcs I mention his twitter, which is something i always do when photos like this turn up. I send it out before composing a second tweet. How did you guys even get those photos?? @TMZ I don't expect a reply but i would really like to know. I silence my phone and glance up again. Samuel opens his mouth to say something but the bell interrupts him. So instead he smiles and turns around. Class begins.
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Most Days ||n.h
Fanfiction*Sequel to Some Nights* Sarah is starting her freshman year at college, without Alison at her side. Alison made a gut decision to head off to New York to work for a fashion agency. Though Sarah has Jackson it's not the same as a girl best friend. Be...
