Define Love

Chapter 1

There was never a real reason for me to believe that love existed. Love was something only witnessed in movies. I had plenty of examples as to why I never wanted to be in love. My mom was never in love, or if she was I never saw it. This was mostly because I didn’t have a father. But love didn’t mean anything to me, just that it was a four-letter word with one syllable.

 I know another word that means nothing to me. More like a name, Harry. He was my ex boyfriend who knew just how to get on my every nerve. We dated for a year. He was a beautiful creature with mysterious eyes and many tattoos. He was the bad boy type, or at least acted like that. Behind closed doors he was sweet and caring, right up until the point to where he cheated on me with his best friend.

 Another name I hate with a passion is Amy. This back stabbing friend, was Harry’s friend in high school. They knew each other for years before he met me. She always had a new boyfriend ever month, more like every week. Then the one time she has the awful break up is where Harry swooped in and slept with her. He tried to explain that it meant nothing. But I would have been blind to not see that the two of them had a history together. And that is how I have become a nonbeliever in love.

 Love. What a stupid word. It sticks to my tongue like arsenic. It makes me want to vomit when I see couples exchange their “I love you” crap.  Screw them. Screw him. Screw her.

 There is also another thing I really hate… There is this guy in my photography one class on Tuesdays at my university that makes me feel super uncomfortable. We have only had three weeks of classes and I can already say that I despise him. I hate his blond hair with his brown roots showing. I hate that stupid laugh. I also hate that fact that he is Irish because I can hear his accent from across the room distracting me from work. This is not going to end well. 

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 Classes started in late August. This is my first year of college and I like the fact that I get to have a lot of alone time. I like that I can block out people entirely and not be punished for it. I’m a photography major, and my mother says that I always have time to change it because taking photos will get me nowhere in life. This is unless I want to make family scrapbooks for the rest of my life.

 I live in a dorm by myself, I begged my mother to pay the extra hundred dollars so that I wouldn’t have to clean up after anyone. She thought that I was crazy wanting to live alone, because then I wouldn’t be having the full college experience like her. Whatever mom.

Even with all the hatred of people, I liked Professor Vito’s class, Photography one. I liked learning the vocabulary behind the art, and also exploring the different photographic options. However, there was one slight problem on day one of his class, I met a boy.

I walked into class with my books in my hands, because I woke up too late and ran across campus to the class without even thinking to grab my backpack. As soon as I opened the door a guy was deciding to walk out at the same time. This caused him to knock me over full force on the my butt sending my books and pencils flying straight on top of me piercing my gut cause immense pain.

“Oh shit I’m terribly sorry love!” The boy with the nerve to knock me over said.

I was thinking to myself, “you have got to be kidding me.” When I looked up, a boy with blonde hair, and blue-ish gray eyes. Immediately I knew he was the worst thing on this planet. Because he was very attractive, and I was not about to let some rude boy ruin my college career on the first day of my favorite class.

But some things are just inevitable…