Not All Bad Boys Are The Same.

Chapter 6

I sat in the front seat of Beckett's car, frozen in place. I was way in over my head. I should have just stayed home and studied part-time. The sad truth is that I am a fifty year old, stuck in a nineteen-year-olds body.

"Liz," Beckett's voice sounded bringing me out of my thoughts. "Are you okay?" He asked and I shook my head. "It's okay to have first-day jitters," he said and I looked up at him to see him smile. He moved to get out of the car and I did the same.

The sun was hot and the wind was cold making me shiver and sweat at the same time. "Hi, Beckett," A group of girls mused walking past us. Beckett shot them a wink which sent them into a fit of giggles.

It was clear to me the kind of guy Beckett was. He was the kind of guy I avoided after I moved away from Manhattan. I swore to myself that I would avoid his type but here I was showing up to my first day of university with a flirt.

We walked up to the big building and Beckett moved to open the door for me.  The place was packed with excited students. There were black and white paintings on the walls, a statue of a man holding a briefcase stood on a podium, and brown leather one-seater victorian style couches on either side of it. The entire floor was carpeted. The walls were painted beige except for one wall that had a mural in black and white of what looked to be a village.  Some students were using the mural as a background for their selfies while others were taking pictures with the statue that stood in the middle of the room.

"Beautiful isn't it," Beckett said from beside me.

"Yeah the mural is amazing," I answered, while lost in my thoughts.

"I wasn't talking about the mural," he said with a smile on his face.

"If you dare say me. I'm walking away," I warned and he laughed.

"Full of ourselves are we. I was talking about everything in general but now that you mention it. You kind of do light up a room." I couldn't help the 'urgh' of frustration that left my lips.

Boys and their flirtatious lies.

"I'm going to class," I said and walked off in the direction of the lecture theater.

"You such a nerd we still have ten minutes," Beckett whined.

"All the good seats will be taken," I argued and it was the truth. I didn't want to get stuck sitting in the back.

I found theater number nineteen and it had two huge oak wooden doors. Beckett once again opened the door for me and I rolled my eyes. I could open the door for myself. "Hey my mother taught me manners," he said as if he knew what I was thinking.

"I didn't say anything," I defended as I walked into the room that had rows of wooden desks and chairs going down the stairs. There was a white screen on the wall and a large brown desk at the front of the theater. The desks in the front were all taken and I glowered at Beckett.

"I told you," I whispered to Beckett.

"Sorry," he whispered back.

"Now we have to sit in the middle row."

"Why are we whispering?" He chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

We walked down a few steps and took our seats. A girl wearing black-framed glasses and a beret looked up at me panicked. She was dressed in a simple purple top and blue jeans.

"Hey," I greeted and she nodded awkwardly while sneaking a glance at us.

"Hi," Beckett chimed in and she did the same not looking directly at either one of us. I looked at Beckett and he shrugged like he once again knew what I was thinking.