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1- To class!

It's 8:30am when George finally manages to shove his coding books into his backpack. Zipping it up was the real struggle. He chucks on some cheep sunglasses before grabbing his electric scooter to head up to the best campus coffee shop. He actually made sure to charge the battery for once the night before. He whines and huffs out while rolling his eyes, "why must my class be so far?" He groans, starting up the scooter.
Walking out the building, he sees a new face, must be freshman "Yo, nice ride, where'd you get it?" The brown haired man asks. George studies him for a quick moment, searching for any sarcasm within the younger's face. He had a white band and a middle part, that surprisingly suited his look. He was mildly intimidating to George, as he had a much stronger build. "I got it at Walmart." George laughs, not seeing any remorse in his eyes, "No way, imma cop one!" The other says.
"What's your name?" The guy perks up, looking down at George. "The names George." He responds, rubbing his neck. "Ah, the name's Nick!" He responds, bright smile plastered on his face.
"Nice to meet you Nick, I've got to get going though." George frowns a little, he must get his morning coffee or there's no way he'd survive through the day.
"All good, catch ya later, man!" He cheerfully walks away as George begins his trail.

George wasn't gay, but Nick is real handsome. He'd never say that out loud, but it's the truth. No denying when someone is attractive.

George gets on moving to the coffee shop, orders his original old vanilla cold brew coffee. He turns around and gasps as a man -who seems to be in a rush- bumps into another student, causing his books and notes to scatter everywhere. The running man doesn't seem to notice the chaos he just caused as he is already out the door.
George leans his scooter against the register counter to help the poor guy in green pick up his papers. It took a minute or two for them to successfully recover everything, other student pitching in with the ones that made it out of arms reach before George finally looks up to the man he had just assisted. They lock eyes, and George swears the world just slowed, cheesy as it is. He couldn't see much of the mans' face other than his eyes. But his eyes are a gorgeous colour green, darker on the rims that remind him of a cozy forest walk. His lashes were long and shaped them perfectly. His hair a gorgeous blond, he swears it's almost glowing in the morning sunrise. The curls are poking through his hood that covers his head. George wants to frown at the fact that he cannot see the mans lower face, it's covered with a white bandana mask, a little smile drawn on the front.
They both flinch out of their gazes as the barista yells George's name. "I- um, sorry." He mutters, grabbing his coffee before racing out the café. He realizes he's going to be late anyways but doesn't want to miss any instructions, it would leave a large gap in his grade.

Okay, okay. Two in one day? That's a little sus. What the hell are they feeding the freshmen this year to look so god damn fine? And he hasn't even seen the green man's full face! And that same man, my goodness, that man stuck into George's mind for the rest of the day. He could barely study at first, he eventually got his mind together when he was able to plug in some music. He borrows the computer labs animation pc's before heading back to his dorm. He needed it for a coding project with some slight, crappy animation he'll make up for the code to use. In the corner of his eye, he saw the same bright green, but as he glanced over, it was gone. His heart flutters slightly, out of nervousness? He doesn't know. He needs to stop thinking about him. George shakes his hair out of his eyes, and begins to type again.

Around the corner, said green man let's out a breath of relief. He didn't want to face George, as he was embarrassed from the scene that morning. Has the young looking man always gone to this college? And since when was he in animation? He was there pretty much daily. He'll have to talk to his roommate and ask some questions.

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By the time George got back to his dorm, his friend Darryl was already sitting at his desk, hunched over and working on his math course. He apparently needed the course for some chemistry class he's trying to get into. George would rather not have to go through that, and he's thankful he doesn't. "Hey, Darryl!" He greets with a small wave, knowing the other won't see it. He plops onto his bed. Darryl looks up, glasses slipping slightly, "Hey George, you seem tired." He responds, looking towards him while adjusting the falling glasses.
"Yeah, I ran into some guy, and not sure why, but I can't stop thinking about 'em." He explains, dramatically throwing his arms in the air with a loud sigh.
     "What about him?" He questions, playing-fully throwing a pencil at the others exposed belly.
"I don't know! That's the thing." George pouts, picking the pencil up to fidget with it. Finally deciding to get up with a groan, he sits at his desk. boots up his computer and debates to calm his mind with some good ol' minecraft. Y'know what, "I'm going to hop on Hypixel if you want to join when you're done." George nudges Darryl on the shoulder, getting a hum in response.

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Sorry it's short, it's more of an intro than a chapter lmaooo

August 2nd - edited