Briarwood University

Chapter 2

Evan had ditched Harold and Kumar. Evan looked at the technological building. Nerds were entering the building, groping their books. He grabbed the cool silver bar and entered the techno building. As he walked up the steps, to his class, his mind floated to the topic of the Tristan-Aria topic. Tristan wouldn't cheat. It's just not him. Tristan is Evan's best friend. There was no way Tristan would "do it" and not tell him. Although it was Evan's first day at Briarwood University he planned on going to Rush Night. 

Before Evan came here, Briarwood University, he looked at the brochure like all freshmen did. There were four sororities and four fraternities. Evan had no interest in the sororities, since they were girls. The fraternities though, those did interest him. Four fraternities for four subjects.

Gamma Kappa Deltas

Sigma Chi 

Sigma Nu 

Alpha Phi Epsilon 

The Gamma Kappa Deltas are the proper gentlemen of the fraternities. Tristan should probably be kicked out of that fraternity, except for the fact that he's the president. Sigma Chi is the only fraternity that only accepts smart people. Sigma Nu only accepted the athleticism people. Evan wasn't sure what Alpha Phi Epsilon accepted. Evan was sure he would find out on Rush night. He jogged up the stairs. He looked down at his appearance. Black hoodie, ripped denim jeans, and red converse. He didn't care about making an impression, except for the fraternities. But that wasn't until later. He continued walking down the hallway. Unfortunately, for Evan his class was all the way down the hallway. "Stupid 221." He muttered. The window at the end of the hall seemed to get smaller, as he got closer. The door was right in front of him. Evan tried to open it, locked. Evan stepped back and put his hand up aimed at the door. He focused his mind. I NEED TO OPEN  THIS DOOR! His mind screamed repeatedly. After a minute of his mantra, the door clicked open. He twisted the knob, and stepped in. 

"How did you get in? The door was locked." A raspy voice came from the whiteboard. Evan looked towards the Professor. The man was well in his sixties. He had a patch of hair surrounding the top of his head. His gray eyes were hollowed out. Evan stepped forward and saw more wrinkles in his blue tucked in shirt than on his skin. 

"Well everyone should know how to pick a lock sir. Most of the townies do." Evan replied. Evan could've sworn he saw the Professor crack a smile, but it was soon gone. The man's look turned into a scowl, as if he remembered he was in class. Evan looked around the classroom. There were ten tables, evenly spaced out, surrounding the Professor. He didn't recognize anybody in the classroom. 

"Sit wherever you like. I'm not Professor Griffith." The professor grumbled. Evan wasn't sure what that meant. Evan took a seat farthest from the professor. The professor began talking about Advanced Algebra. Evan looked around. Nobody was watching. His blank paper began having Notera font written on it. 

The professor stopped writing. He looked around. His stiff wrinkled hand pointed towards Evan. "You young man, Ethan is it, why aren't you writing anything down?" His raspy voice was louder and more metallic this time. Evan looked up. "It's on my paper, Professor." Evan said through gritted teeth. The professor began walking to the top of the tables. "Don't break a hip." A teacher's pet exclaimed. The professor continued walking up, breathing through the pain. Everyone except Evan began packing up. Professor "Baldy" grabbed Evan's ear and threw him on the ground. "First, you come to my class late. Second, you break and enter my class. Lastly, you disrespect me in my own class. No thank I get that enough at my own house." Evan looked up, his ear throbbing erratically. All the students had left and new ones were showing up. "You will respect me, boy." " Baldy" sneered. 

"I promise."  Evan lied through his teeth.

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Ethan." Evan got up, grabbing his backpack, and headed down the stairs. 

"At least the girl who rejected me had the decency to remember my name." Evan muttered. He exited the room with ease. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. Most of the girls began goggling at him. Evan didn't care. I'M JUST GLAD THAT WAS THE LAST CLASS OF THE DAY. Evan thought. 

As Evan reached the parking lot, he dug his hands into his deep pockets to fish out his 1978 Impala keys. He looked down at his keys, looking at his key ring. A sudden jolt happened at his left shoulder. He dropped his keys, while the other person dropped everything. "Sorry." He mumbled. He knelt down, his hand grazing over books and papers, and picked up his keys. The keys found their way into his pocket, as he began grabbing the books, papers, and pencils. 

"Whatever." She hissed. Evan looked up to see Aria. 

"Fancy bumping into you." He smirked, getting up, and handing her things. She scowled. He put his hands up in surrender. He noticed her hair and makeup were messed up. He pulled out a crumpled up flyer from his back pocket, smoothing it out. He put it on her swamp of books and papers. He smiled genuinely and began walking away. Aria eyed him suspiciously and looked at the paper. Nicely written cursive was sprawled across it. 

 Fronting the Bottoms premiering tonight at Tick Tock Café. 

9 pm sharp

In the middle of the page was Evan, Tristan, and two other guys she didn't recognize. How could she not have known Tristan was in a band. It seemed impossible. She stuffed the paper on the back of her binder. She scampered off to her dark blue Punch bug.

{A/N} I'm sorry for not uploading this sooner I though I did... I'm have uploaded it to Quotev first. Tomorrow is my 1 year anniversary! I can't wait! I have decided to make a youtube channel. It's  not made yet. It shall be called ADayInTheLifeOfHipsterOlive very excited! you shall see what it is about when its up! I have to add some stuff to it so it's not just 50 seconds... errrm Thanks for all the support!

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