Need Somebody

Chapter 4

My alarm goes off at 6:00 a.m, indicating it's time to wake up and shower. Luckily the bathrooms aren't co-ed, or else I would be one smelly college student. I grab a change of clothes and my bathroom essentials, lock the door behind me and head to the showers.

To my benefit, when I get to the showers there's only a few other girls here, so finding an open shower is easy and quick. The showers have light grey tiles on the inside and just a curtain in front of. When I step in, I pray that no one opens the curtain and reveals myself. When the water finally gets warm enough I undress and step in. The hot water runs on my body and easing the tension in my shoulders. It's quite relaxing and I have to remind myself I still have class or else I'd be here all day.

After running a razor over my legs and under arms, I grab a towel to wrap around myself and walk to the counter. The counter is a marble white and behind it is a giant mirror with light fixtures dangling over it. For a school that looks ancient, this bathroom sure is modern. I change into light wash 'boyfriend' jeans with a few rips in it and roll the ankle part slightly. I throw on a semi- long sleeve white shirt with a red rose on the top left of it, along with some black converse.

I grab my phone to check the time. 6:30 a.m. I decide to let my hair dry naturally and head back to my room. When I open the door, not to my surprise, Chloe isn't here. I'm happy that she has someone she wants to spend all her time with, but why waste money on a dorm if you're going to be at his place every night? I don't even know where he lives. All I know is that he lives off campus but I don't know where. I need to figure this out for safety reasons. He seems nice enough though, but part of me doesn't fully trust him.

I decide to apply some blush and highlight to my cheekbones and mascara to my eyelashes. I've never been the girl to wear pounds of makeup, but I do enjoy wearing a small amount; enough to wear it still looks natural and not cakey. I grab my wavy hair and put it in a ponytail, leaving two small strands of hair on each side of my face. I've always hated the way I look with a ponytail but I'm at the point in my life where I don't care much about anything except myself and school.

By the time I finish my hair and makeup it's 7:00 and figure I should walk to the cafeteria before it gets too busy. Walking in the halls seems like a ghost town. No one is awake yet, what a shock, so when I get to the cafeteria it's nearly empty with only a few other students in there. I pour myself some orange juice and grab some waffles. I pull out my earplugs and phone and put Netflix on to pass the time while I'm eating.

About fifteen minutes into my show I'm on my last waffle and a body appears in front of me. I don't look up to see who it is because frankly, I don't care. It's probably some other student that has no one to sit with. I slightly feel bad for not introducing myself but I can't bring myself to do it. I hear a voice coming from the person across from me and this time I can't ignore whoever it is. I put down my phone and a frown immediately is upon my face.

"What are you doing here?" I ask Mason. Why the hell is he sitting across from me? And how does he always know where I am? It's honestly creepy, but I somehow know his intentions aren't bad. I don't let it be known I know that so I keep up a wall.

"What, I can't come grab a bite to eat?" He asks with a banana in hand and some fruit loops in front of him. "Besides, it's not like you own the place, do you?" He asks sarcastically.

I roll my eyes at hime, "No." Why does he have to be so annoying and why does it seem like he only wants to bother me? After what Chloe told me yesterday, I defiantly don't want anything to do with him. I grab my belongings with standing up and say,

"Well this has been fun but I better get going..."

"Great-," he says while also standing up, "-I'll come with you." He smiles. What? What does he think he's doing? He's either doing this to piss me off or he doesn't get a hint. Either way, he's going to find out right now.

"Look, I don't think you got what I was doing, I'm trying to get away from you. I'm not like Barbie, I'm not going to throw myself at you so stop expecting that and just go," I say, but not too harshly.

"Look whose ego is getting bigger-," he laughs, "I'm not following you, we're going to class. History 101 with Medina right?" What the hell? How the hell does he know my next class?

"Your schedule, it's in the front of your binder. That's how I know." He points to it, answering my questions. Oh. He stands next to me and starts walking beside me.

"What is your game here? I'm not interested, so why don't you stop wasting both of our times and find another girl." I tell him while looking straight ahead, clutching my binder to my chest.

"Who said I was interested in you? I don't remember saying that? Did I?" He asks, knowing the answer. "Can't one just make conversation?" I roll my eyes and stay quiet. He wants me to respond, but I'm not giving him what he wants, not anymore.

After ten minutes of walking and me staying silent, we get to class. Of course, he follows me into the middle row. I've never rolled my eyes so much before and it's only the second day. I continue to stay silent, in hopes that he'll find another girl to annoy if I do so.

"I like your outfit today." He says. What? This boy confuses the hell out of me and I hate it.

"What?" I ask, speaking for the first time in fifteen minutes. I turn to face him and my eyes lock with his hazel-brown ones. I force myself to look away, remembering he's not what I need.

"Well all the girls here wear barely any clothes, which is great sometimes-," he smirks and I scrunch my face. Guys are such pigs. "-But you're not like that. It's a nice change...kinda" he adds when he realizes what he just said and looks away. I try and hold my smile. As annoying as he may be, that's the first genuine compliment I've heard in months.

When class begins we both stay silent and looking forward. I can't help but repeat the kind words over and over again in my head.