If It Was Meant to Be

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Brooke POV
I am standing across from the first child of the United States and I feel comfortable. What is wrong with me!?

 I try to push thoughts out of my head trying to focus on the small details. He is tall, almost six feet, he could be considered intimidating to people who don't know him. This could be considered as me because what do I know about this boy other than his parents and the fact that he probably ran here because he has a slight sheen of sweat. 

Ethan on the other hand seems cool, tall but not as tall as Barron. He has neatly clipped hair with big brown eyes that said more than a thousand words. Ethan Looks Southeast Asian. Attractive but not my type but he has what seems to be a charismatic personality. He could probably win over a crowd better than Bill Clinton.

 Which doesn't explain why he's friends with Barron. Who seems more of the strong silent type. With soft green eyes and a mediocre amount of muscle coupled with the fact he's blond, he could probably have any girl he wanted. And this is taking his... status out of the equation.  But I wouldn't go for him even though overall he seems cute.

"Ok. Whatever you say. But let's take the new girl out on a tour shall we?" Ethan adds

"I didn't see why not. But could we start over? Earlier wasn't my strongest opening" Barron finishes

"Sure," I say playing along

"Hi my name is Brooke, and it's a pleasure to meet you," I say in a soft sweet voice 

"The pleasure is all mine this is my good friend Ethan and we will probably be seeing a lot of each other. Since my father told me we will have similar schedules to make it easier on our secret service."
"We're happy to show you around the campus" Ethan adds to the conversation obviously excited.
"Thank you, boys, for a lovely chat but I have a lot to do to get settled in" saying genuinely I, also have another reason to want to leave early. I want to meet my new roommate. A few days before I left Quinn handed me a folder on and I refuse. Of course, I had to insist on "keeping it a surprise". 

"The tour can be quick, we just want to show you around once so you understand where everything is" Barron says.

"It's a big school, after all, I think you need a quick introduction to the halls," Ethan says with a smirk. 

It really seemed like I didn't have a choice in the matter. So I finally gave in. We start walking down a huge set of stairs after one or two flights I ask
"Does this building have an elevator?"
"No, it's a pretty old school. They have obviously added stuff but an elevator was not on their list of priorities." Ethan says

"We're almost there," Barron says encouragingly, and sure enough within a few more minutes what looks like an intersecting hallway. Ethan starts the tour with.

 "This is the conservatory on the left, if you join any music clubs you'll spend time here."

 We walk a little while and the boys explain all the class's specific electives they do. The marble floors are clear as day and I start to feel slightly nervous. I mean I don't expect all the kids at this school to be as down to earth as the guys but when you go to school with billionaires and celebrities you don't know what to expect. 

"We are now reaching my personal hell but also the most important room if you are an athlete," Barron says.

 I not really an athletic person but in a few years, I'm gonna be applying to university so I feel like it's not really a choice. I mean I do always have the option of saying "My mom went to Georgetown and I am excited to continue that legacy" or the same thing with my dad and Harvard. Although those are great options I really want to get into an ivy all on my own.