Why is it that on the Weekends the brain decides waking up at 7am is a great idea but on week days its a completely different story? So many questions.... Never any answers. Its a conclusion I've come to accept since studying Criminology at University. My bestfriend, Katie says that there an answer for everything if were prepared to accept that the answer we may not want....but she studies philosophy so there's no surprise shes all away with the faries most of the time.
The morning starts with a rude and completely unnecessary knock on the dorm room door and a rather loud explamatary sentence following something along the longs of:
'Girls there's yoga and chocolate downstairs' I ripped by eyes, letting the gentle rays of sun coming from the window run over my skin and peered over to a still sleeping Katie. Cowbag. Wish I was still asleep. I stood up and wondered over to the bathroom and got ready for the day, slipping into some black skinny jeans, white vans a white tank top and mt favourite grey hoodie, just big enough for me to crawl inside when my lecture enevitable leads to my desperate need to sleep. After brushing my brown hair, teeth and washing my body I strolled back into the main room where Katie was sat up scrolling through her phone.
'Morning' she almost whispered, clearly suffering from our rather wild night last night, I chuckled as she grabbed her forehead in pain and chucked her some pain killers.
'If only this gorgeous man was here to make it all better, bet he'd know how to make it better' I didn't respond, she's always looking at boys on that phone of hers and drawling over them until another one comes alone or a film brings another one to her attention. I gave in after listening to her groan on about this 'sexy man who she'd let fuck in all places' and wondered over to the bed and sat with her.
Holy Jesus of god. The man on the screen had brown hair all curled up in a mop style on his head, the brightest teeth I'd ever seen in my life, arms that would make any girl weak at the knees and legs for days. Despite the amazing face and body, I was not about to let myself go down that road again, the last time I fell for one of these guys Katie found, my heart was broken into millions of pieces and was not about to go through that shit again. I stood up with a huff and walked back over to my bed, packing my bag ready for the day.
'Megan, you won't even give this one a second look, he's fit, famous and fabulous, its the three f's! All a girl needs!' Katie exclaimed I chuckled at her three f's, he slogan since Zac Efron who was 'funky, fuckable and fine'.
'Who is it?' I asked still facing my bag and grabbing my blue notebook and pencil case, I didn't really care for the answer but if it shut her up, I'd pretend to care.
'Noah Centineo' she replied, what kinda last name is that? Sorry, I'm not salty I just don't care for boys anymore, especially not ones from the famour category.
'Who?'
'You know the one from 'Sierra Burgess is a loser' and 'To All the Boys I've Loved Before' she replied, I did remember him from the films, just didn't really pay that much attention to his face.
I strolled off down the hall and into my lecture hall sitting down in the seat nearest the door, easy escape for when Mr Evans bores the absolute shite out of me. Looking around at the ever filling room, numerous girls came in, there phones awake and their eyes starring at the screen. My two friends from the course sat next to me, showing me a picture of the boy I'd seen on Katie's phone earlier.
'I don't get the big deal?' I responded to the photo, setting up my notebook ready for two hours of pain.
'Dude...' Marrisa said with a chuckle 'he's fit' added Megan.
'I'm aware of that, I just don't see the fuss'
'We'll see about that' Marrisa smirked and whispered something inaudible to Megan and then turned to me with a cheeky grin. 'You coming out on friday?' She asked and I nodded, already looking forward for the alcholol to help me forget the week that had only just started.
He's not that good looking...is he? No Megan. Not today