Chapter 1: V-cards and college assistants

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When it came to college, there was nothing I hated more than oral presentations. Sweaty palms, dry tongue and the overall understanding of Socrates' – I know that I know nothing – saying. That's how I felt while Professor Martin judgingly stared at me as I tried my best to explain the nature of MRI head scans and their connection to Alzheimer's disease.

I concluded my petty attempt at sounding knowledgeable and charming. A nervous smile escaped from my lips as I awaited my punishment for procrastinating and doing a shitty job, once again.

"Ahem." Professor Martin murmured, another line added to his already wrinkled face. The guy was as old as the Bible, but his brain worked like a computer. "And that is why we should not be accepting scholarships based on cheerleading." His sentence caused some prolonged oof's and wide-eyed stares.

I have never cheered in my life. I was literally just too cynical for that. With all my strength I tried not to puff as I left the spotlight and sunk next to Sheila, a 6-foot-tall Jamaican who played female basketball and protected me against all the male forces of the world, including Professor Martin.

"He had no right to say that!" Sheila hissed, but I shushed her immediately. It didn't matter what they thought.

"Look at him, he's way too old to think anyone blonde could ever have brains. Well, he probably thinks that no female could ever have brains. In his book, I can't be both pretty and smart." I whispered to Sheila and tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. Frankly, I really screwed up the presentation, I spent all night fighting with my mother over why I didn't want to go to church with her and her new husband.

"You're way too understanding." Sheila shook her head and I shrugged.

"It's a small consolation, but he'll definitely be dead before me." I laughed out loud against my will and Professor Martin shot us a mean look.

"Jesus, Chloe." Sheila laughed. Fortunately for us, the class ended soon and we were both headed to our dorms. I took a side turn for the bathroom and entered the neon-lit windowless room, needing to splash some water on my face.

"So, it's 4pm, if we head now, we can reach the mall, buy something and be back to the dorms just in time to get ready for Brenda's Halloween party." Sheila fixed her curly, voluptuous hair and applied some red lipstick on her perfect face. I casted a glance at my own reflection. Other than the fact I was completely sleep-deprived from last night, I looked good. My green eyes were just a tiny bit red, nothing some cucumber wouldn't fix.

"Oh, we gotta buy something slutty." Sheila winked and I rolled my eyes. One might think that Sheila would have problems finding guys, considering she was so tall, but every single man on campus was completely glued to her.

"Ugh, and I thought college would be different than high school. It's just more booze and less virgins." I said, wondering if I had time to stop by the hair salon. I needed some life in this blondish mess I had on my head.

"Speaking of virgins, I saw you talking to Chris Bailey yesterday." Sheila grabbed her stuff and we headed back to the dorms.

"Wait, why did you connect Chris Bailey to virgins? I'm pretty sure he's not one himself." As she mentioned Christ, my mind immediately jumped to his brother, the older, hotter part of the family.

"Uh, because he has a collection of v-cards he took?" Sheila looked at me like I was already supposed to know what she was talking about.

The yellow, orange and red leaves overwhelmed my eyes as we left the building. The day way beautiful, sunny and relatively warm. High boots, long cardigans and colourful coats turned to essentials for every girl on campus. I took a deep breath full of autumn.

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