College Cupid…
Chapter 1 – I Met Mr. Handsome
I just finished my Engineering Mathematics II class, and since I needed to quickly get to my dorm as soon as possible to study, I rushed out of the class after cramming my binder, notebooks, and textbook into my backpack, my brain cluttered with the information I'd just learned. As I raced out the door of the building, that's when I got the phone call. I pulled out my phone, Bex was calling. I didn't realize it, but my feet were still moving me forward. I crashed right into someone.
I looked up and it took every ounce of my strength not to have my jaw drop. That 'someone' I bumped into happened to have GORGEOUS messy black hair quiffed to perfection with dazzling emerald eyes. I managed to squeak out sorry. He smiled. Wow he has perfect teeth. "It's all right. What's the rush?" I looked down at my phone, Bex's picture flashing on the screen. I hit ignore. Sorry Bex.
"Well it's my senior year, and I have a B average in the classes I'm taking. I need to pass all these classes so I can get the required amount of credit so I can graduate in May," I say. "I just finished a lesson of a math class that gets me 4 hours of credit. If I fail this class, or any of my other four classes, I'll have to pay for summer classes and won't be able to graduate in four years. After courses, I go to my dorm and study until three in the morning until I wake up at 6:00am to get ready for my Fundamentals of Chemistry II Lab class at 7:00am. Usually I wouldn't be rushing to go study after sitting in a class for a couple hours, but a few of friends insisted on hanging out tonight, which means I won't be able to study barely any, unless I get there quickly."
He stared at me, as if pondering what to say. "I'm in chemical engineering too, and surprisingly I have an A in most of my courses. I can help you study if I'm not busy."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said. "I regularly have to ask my prof for help. I'll give you my number so we can arrange a study meeting?" I hold out my hand and he gives me his phone. As I punch in my number and type in my name, I realize we haven't introduced ourselves, and looking at the time, I also missed my bus. "What's your name?" I question as I hand him his phone.
He smiled, blushing almost. "Oh yeah! My name's Zach Goode. What's your name?"
"Cammie. Cammie Morgan."
"See you around, Cammie Morgan," he saluted with two fingers, before walking into the building I had just left.
Now I had to walk to my dorm. Yay.
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