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It took almost half an hour to get back to sleep last night, but I managed it. Sometimes the dream fades away and I’m able to get back to sleep fairly quickly. Other times it stays with me for hours and I don’t get back to sleep at all. It’s bizarre to think that just six months ago I was able to sleep through the night without a care in the world. I’d give any amount of money to turn back the clock and have that carefree existence again. I’m just thankful that last night wasn’t an all-nighter because I definitely don’t need the added stress of being sleepless, today of all days.
Looking myself over in the mirror, I let out a low sound of disgust. I’m not even sure how it’s possible that I spend as much time and money as I do on products and flat irons, only to have a touch of humidity turn me into a walking advertisement for awful hair. I was dumb enough to open the window over my bed last night after I woke up from the nightmare, and I slept the rest of the night with it open. It was a stupid thing to do, and my hair was paying the price. I’m starting my freshman year at Evermore University in Amarillo and I’m stressed out enough without having to worry about going to school looking like I plugged myself in.
I’m not the type of girl that’s super fashionable… at least, not anymore. That was my old life, and the inclination to spend an obscene amount of time stressing out about my appearance feels like it was surgically sliced out of me. I don’t go crazy with makeup and I don’t spend hours primping to get ready for a trip to the mall anymore. The only throwback to my more stylish self is my devotion to my hair. It’s the one feature that I pay close attention to and although I hate to do it, the rain has left me with no choice but to throw my hair up into a ponytail. My hair has become a security blanket for me and having it pulled back makes me feel like I’m naked. When my hair is down, if someone takes notice of me or makes me feel uncomfortable, all I need to do is hide behind my hair and that’s that. It really sucks that I’m not going to have that option today.
I’d already done very light makeup, just a touch of mascara and some light lip-gloss, so after throwing on a pair of black leggings, a silver gypsy-type tunic, and a pair of ballet flats, I was ready to go. I grabbed my tote bag and headed off to my first class of the day, Business Math.
I had taken the time to learn my route the day before, so I got myself to my first class on time. As is habit with me, I chose a seat at the back of the room. I hate sitting close to the front. In my mind, that section is reserved for ass-kissers and the late-to-class. I’m not an ass-kisser, and I’ve got enough anxiety without ever having to add being tardy to the mix. Ergo, I’m a back row sitter.
Looking around the classroom, I thought about how much Macy would be enjoying the first day of college if she were here. Before that horrible night, Macy had been one of the most enthusiastic people I’ve ever known. She loved getting out and being social…right up until the moment that she didn’t trust in people anymore. Watching that light go out of her is something that I will never forget.
I jumped like a scalded cat when I heard a sexy male voice say, “Excuse me.”
I turned to my left and found myself looking into a pair of beautiful chocolate colored eyes. I couldn’t help but stare at him as I took in all of his features. Amazingly sexy mouth, strong nose, perfect cheekbones, those rich chocolate eyes and the sexiest dark brown hair I’ve ever seen were enough to render me speechless. I stiffened involuntarily. He was probably used to girls losing it over his face. I’ve dealt with enough cocky, good-looking assholes who think they can have who and whatever they want, and I’m never going back again. Schooling my facial expression into something I hoped was just enough to convey a ‘not interested’ vibe without coming off as totally bitchy, I stared him down and waited for him to tell me why he had gotten my attention.
Gracing me with a smile that I bet he’d spent hours perfecting, he said, “I’m sorry to bother you, but I forgot my pen. Do you have an extra I could borrow?”
What kind of student forgets their pen on the first day of class? I bet he was too busy practicing his ‘Blue Steel’ face in the mirror to notice that today was important. Snapping to attention, I dug through my bag before turning back and handing him a pen.
“Sweet! You’re a lifesaver.”
Giving him a tight smile I nodded. “No problem. You can keep it.”
When he opened his mouth to say something else, I turned my head away and started fiddling with my iPad. I didn’t want to get into any kind of conversation with him, and my body language definitely conveyed that message.
He was insanely hot, but my commitment to keeping a wall up around guys like him was firmly in place. The rest of the class passed without further discussion with Chocolate Eyes (yeah, I’d given him a nickname… shoot me!), not that it bothered me.
I did have to remind myself about twenty times NOT to look at him. It really shouldn’t have required reminders.
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