Love's Game

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"A spark, a glistening light for love, a thing that has appeared and has been recorded in history for centuries, great leaders have been born due to this spark."

"Everyone gets it, most reported cases of these sparks are often found around the age of 18 but can also come by later at the age of 24. You are told that you will only get one spark, one shot."

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Monday, 7:00am / Annais:

The alarm starts ringing, it starts playing Make you mine by PUBLIC. I slam my palm on to the alarm and get up. Looking through the window and seeing the building displayed through it. NYC isn't looking out to be so bad.

I head to the kitchen. The apartment I stay momentarily is all paid for my mom's company seeing as she had to work here too. We moved to NYC after father had left. Just my younger brother, mom and I live here. Don't get me wrong, it's amazing here.

I prepare my own breakfast and extra for Jonas, my younger brother, noone is awake. It's too early to be awake but I've gotta get to college early. I leave a sticky note on my brother's plate of food after wrapping it in saran warp as to not get anything into the food.

I leave the house and make my way to the nearest subway. I gotta atleast make the most out of my life while I still have it.

Never gonna find that spark

Monday: 7:20am / Ceith:

It's not too dark out, the sun was starting to rise. I await for the train to arrive.

Tick tock.

Tick.

Tock.

I get anxious and start to adjust my collar. What if I am late? No. I wont be. I'm always on time.

But what if?

The train arrives. The wind from the train that passes me blows my hair up and slightly messing it. I attempt to fix it while I hop on the subway. I look around to find an empty seat which is surprisingly difficult this early in the morning.
I spot one but it's next to a girl, having her hair tied up and her earphone only in one ear.

I sit down. She looks at me.

Shit. Do I have that leftover cinnamon roll still stuck around my lips? Is there something wrong with my face? Was this seat for someone else—?

She smiles at me and waves. "Are you heading to ******** college too?" She asks. How does she know?
"Judging by your expression, I'm assuming yes," She chuckles but my confusion and fear is obviously plastered on my face.

"Oh! Whoops, you must be shy. Your sweater, it says ****** college's name," She rubs her head. My eyes widen. Oh wow, I'm an idiot. "I-I, sorry! J-Just not used to energetic people this early in the morning," I say softly, turning my head away from her.

A hand appears, blocking out the scenery of the dirty subway floor. "I'm Annais, what's your name?" I hear her voice. I look back at her, Still trying to make me shake her hand.

And I do.

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We arrive at our stop and hop off. We actually got to talk alot. Mostly her. She was refreshing, but also abit annoying. Too chatty but just the right amount.

I'm just too introverted to say anything. We walk towards ****** college, I grip my backpack. Everytime I see this place I shiver and get scared.

What if I don't pass? What if I'm not good enough? What if they expel me for not being good enough-

"Hey? Ceith, you good there?" She waves her hand in front of me. I clear my throat "Y-Yeah, what class group are you in?" I say properly, only with one stutter. Not bad. "Group A," She smiles. She's in the same group as me. A friend. I have a friend. Is she a friend? Would she want to be friends with me? "You're group A too right? I checked the list, let's go we'll be late to class!" She says while she grips my wrist and drags me out of my mind.

She..

Seems like something out of a movie..

Something tells me I might get through this year.

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Class is over. That 4 hour long class is finally over. Finally. My wrist is sore from jotting down all those notes. I left my laptop at home again. Shit.

I look to my right to see Annais already packing up. I join her but faster, fearing she might leave without me. We made it outside. It's lunch break right now. I should be at the library.

"Hey! I'll see you at the next class, I gotta meet up with someone at the cafe. See you!" She smiles and gives me a small handshake before walking. It happened so quickly and shes gone. Gone for good? No. I'll see her later right? Hopefully. Don't leave..

My anxiety and fears take thousands of laps in my head. Does she have a boyfriend? Does she think I'm a creep? Oh no, is she lesbian? Bi? Gay?

My mind starts to race as I make my way to find a desk, without anyone around it in the library

Never gonna find that spark.

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Author's note:

HEYA! i havent written a story in awhile but i got a little more well, inspired to write more. i hope you enjoy this! since its holidays ill be writing alot more!

-r