TPOV:
"Hey guys, It's me again. I just wanted to do another vlog cuz it seems like you guys liked 'em." I say this into the camera with my signature cheeky grin. "Today is my first day at college and I-" I stop suddenly, about to run into a car door. I bump the car door slightly and it slowly closes with a small thud. "Oops sorry." I say, bending down to look into the open window.
The man in the front seat ignores me, apparently too focused on the conversation he was having with someone in the passenger seat. His or his friends stuff was all sprawled out on the sidewalk like it had just been thrown out of the car. I see a suitcase flipped over and open on the ground, all its contents spread out across the grass. I bend down and flip the suitcase over.
As I'm doing so I hear the door click open and shortly after it slams shut. I glance toward the car and can see now that the passenger is a girl. Her hair is chocolaty brown pixie cut with fringe covering her left eye. Her right eye is red and puffy, as if she had just cried.
She's wearing a red zip up jacket with black skinny jeans. Her shoes, red chucks, match a pair of mine that I left at home. After the door slams shut, the girl bends down and curses at the guy, "Fuck you. Call me if you ever get over yourself."
She turns and glances at me right when the man replies, "watch out for all the dykes." His car screeches as he speeds away.
The girl ignores his comment and is still looking at me. She has a surprisingly calm expression after what just happened. I give her an apologetic smile. She smiles back and says, "Sorry you had to hear that." I reply, "Sorry you had to hear that." She and I laugh and she glances down to my hands that are holding her deodorant. "Oh, you don't have to do that!" She says bending down and picking up the other objects laying out in the grass.
"I don't mind." I say with a small smile. I set the deodorant in the suitcase and grab the closest object.
It's a journal, opened to a page filled with what looked like song lyrics. "Oh, do you write songs? I ask excitedly. She grabs the book from my hand and says, "no not really." She then stuffs the book deep in her suitcase.
We sit in silence for a moment and then she says, "You should go. I can finish cleaning the rest of it up by myself." Her tone convinces me she wanted me to leave." I smile, say okay, and then walk away.