Start Of Something New

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I finally found my British Literature class after walking into three wrong classrooms, it was soooooo embarrassing. When I made it to the classroom the only seat left was next to a tall male. He had fluffy wavy auburn hair that was styled and cut perfectly. He had a navy bandana tied around his neck, a plain white shirt underneath medium washed denim overalls. His suede bomber jacket was hanging off the back of his chair, and brown leather boots hidden by the lecture table. He finished his look with a chunky silver chain bracelet, a long thin necklace with a bar pendent, and many thick silver rings. He looked like an ad for Urban Outfitters (A/n: Not Spon). I plopped down next to him and pulled out my feather glitter pens and my trusty Lisa Frank (a/ n: not spon) notebook. I see the soft boy turn towards me.

" Hey I like your notebooks." He said.

Me, the awkward girl that I am says " hehe thanks I guess." He was really cute. He had light freckles sprinkled across his upturned nose. His light brown eyes could could almost be seen as yellowing and they were captivating and soulful.

He puts out his hand for me to shake.

" I'm Reeve, what's your name?"

I was caught off guard. Why was he talking to me?

" Hi I'm Alexa! I'm new here"

"I mean, we're in the freshman BritLit 101 class, so I kind of figured." He smiled. His teeth were perfect and shiny.

Throughout the whole class, we talked about our favorite British Literature. Soooooo many people like Jane Austen! I thought I was the only one!! It was soooooo cool.

Class ended, and Reeve turns to me and says "hey, I've gotta go meet up with my boyfriend, but would you want to join a study group I'm trying to pull together?"

I was caught off guard. He was sooooo cute but was gay ????:????? ¡ Oh well I guess I need to focus on my studies anyway.

"Sure!!! Message me the deets on my blog!" I handed him my card printed on scented lavender paper with gold lettering that read www.sparkleandshine29.com.

"Uh. Okay. Sure, yeah, will do! Cool meeting you, Alexa." He sounded genuine and kind. His voice was soft and pretty.

After I left class, I pull out the school map to try to find my next class.

The day went by in a blur. My classes were allokay, but meeting Reeve was cool! I think we're gonna be good friends. On the way to my dorm, I pulled out my iPhone (a/n: not spon) to make a mobile update to my blog.

Hey cuties! First day went a-okay! Met a really good friend and even joined his study group. They say you meet your people in college. I guess they were right! I'm loving Westwood University. It's so-

I opened the unlocked door to my dorm room and smacked right into a chiseled bare male chest. I'm knocked to the floor.

"Can I help you?! Who are you and why are you breaking into my dorm?!" I looked up into his stormy blue corneas. He had a halo of straight, freshly washed blonde hair, and he deep dimples, even though he was frowning. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. He had a defined, hairless chest.

"I thought this was my dorm I'm so sorry I'll leave now." I replied, scrambling to my feet,
trying to look anywhere but at the towel dangling by a thread around his waist.

He scans me up and down, with his eyes dark and the sea, and finally lands them on my hair?

" You look like a goddamn founding father." He says.

I selfconsciously run my fingers through my wavy middle part low pony. Did he really just say that?

He's still starring at me, with eyes that looked mysterious.

I'm still shocked at his comment, I'm just standing there alone in my thoughts about him.

My thoughts are interrupted with he speaks again.

"It's kinda hot." he says.

And slams the door in my face.


A/N: Hey guyyssssssss we are sooo sorry for the late update. We've both been very busy roaming around NYC bc its April break. We love where the story is going and we can't wait to see you more of the amazing characters! <333333

Special s/o to anyone who can identify who Reeve is based on ;)

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