Nineteen

Chapter Seven

I make my way back to my dorm room after the pitiful orientation and it is now 11:30. I have my first introduction class at 12:30. 

I change into a pair of black jeans with a black t-shirt and slip my feet into my vans.

I grab my book bag and a quick snack before heading out into the hallway.

"Hey, I was just coming to see you." Bailey finally appears.

"Oh, well I'm going to my early introduction class." I say.

His face is all red and sweaty, I assume it's from the Florida heat.

"Where have you been, Bailey? I didn't see you at the orientation."

"I went to a coffee shop with some people from my group. I didn't ask you, because you don't drink coffee."

"Oh. Well, will I see you later?"  I ask as we leave the dorm room building and start to walk across the grass.

"Maybe. I think Clark was wanting to see you, so I might have some new friends in my dorm. Did you meet your room mate?"

He has been here for one day and is already inviting new people to his room.

"Yeah, her name is Jade. She is nice, but I don't think she'll be around much."

I open the door to the building where my class is at, and Bailey stops before walking in.

"I'm gonna go, I told some friends I'd meet them in a few minutes, I'll talk to you later."

He kisses me and walks away, heading toward the dorm parking lot.

This is a one time class that is an hour long. It's for the students who are uncomfortable just jumping into the college scene, and need a little extra help on deciding what path to take and how to respond to it. 

The room is big and completely white, but the windows let in a lot of light from the Florida sun, that's also already making the day 90 degrees.

Right as I sit down, my phone buzzes with a text from Clark.

"I'll come by your dorm tonight at 8 to pick you up. We're going out. Love you, good luck with the introduction class."

I manage to respond and ask him where were going, so I know what to wear and how nervous to be.

I text Bailey to ask if he's going with Clark, mainly because I'm curious where he is at.

I look around at the students surrounding me. There's at least 40 others here, and none of them look familiar.

I send a text to Liah reminding her to call me tonight.

I can't take my eyes off of them.

A pair of deep blue eyes walking across the floor to his seat.

The same deep blue eyes from my past that I tried so hard to forget.