Hendrix ✓

5 ★ How sweet it is

𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 - 𝕁𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕋𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣

" How sweet it is

to be loved

by you "

Hendrix POV

     "We're all locked up here." Says Nancy. She's smacking on a wad of gum the size of my fist, made of numerous pieces of gum. The many flavors and brands chewed together in a big ole ball.

      I try not to let her show how grossed out I really am by her smacking and slurping on the bubblegum. I don't want to hurt her feelings.

     "Alright. Have a good night!" I tell her, waving over my shoulder while I tear off my white apron in a hurry, ready to be gone. It's 2AM and I'm more tired than a dead woman, and I'll be sleeping like a baby tonight.

     I have literature history in the morning at 8:30, so I have to be up and dressed as soon as I can. It's a fun class, lots of interesting things to learn in that field. Unfortunately, I've never met my actual professor since he's been gone the whole semester.

     I'm always sort of amused at seeing each new substitute that files in through the door. All different shapes and sizes of people from different backgrounds there to teach us about the same thing.

     It's a fun guessing game to see who will be next.

     I sometimes hope in the back of my mind that our real professor will get better soon. I've heard many things about him, one of them being that he's absolutely ancient. Like a walking mummy. Who better to teach a subject about history, right?

     When I reach my bike, there's a bit of a nip in the air that wasn't there before. I shiver, pulling my small jacket around my shoulders and cursing myself for not dressing better for the weather. I'm wearing a dress of all things today, as I do most days, but today I went without leggings.

       My typical uniform is a skirt or a dress, growing up in the hot, humid summers of Mississippi I'm just used to veering towards lighter, flowy clothes that don't cling to me. Clothes like that are the closet thing to being in your own personal oven.

     I've heard it gets hot here in Virginia, it is still part of the South after all, but nowhere near as hot as what I'm used to. That's not even mentioning the cold they have here.

     Oh, how I despise the cold. I can't imagine the snow! I've never even seen the fluffy white substance.

     My body is not accustomed to the weather quite yet, and I have yet to accept it eventually. Even if it is only 65° Fahrenheit, which is apparently not that cold, I do get chilly. I'm the only one it would seem. Everyone else around here struts around this campus like the arctic weather has no effect on them whatsoever. I've seen so many girls in shorts and t-shirts while I've been bundled up.

     Today was supposed to be warmer, but not now. It's 2am and the chill has returned with an awful vengeance. I just can't wait to get home and shove on some cozy pajamas and snuggle into bed like all my worries are gone. If only. College life is not forgiving. I can't think about my monstrous pile of homework without wanting to groan and shed a few tears.