Notes from author: hello all. I'm J, as you might know. Well this story is based on my life over the past 2 an a half years. I'm staying pretty accurate, notebook style ;) I think I'm pretty similar to Santana you see. quarter Latina (quarter Australian, quarter Irish, quarter italian), sarcastic and into girls haha. I'll tell you a little bit about my girl later...

Freshers week. You hear so much about it; the alcohol, the parties, the hangovers...the sex. Yet when you get there, it's much, much worse. I was currently nursing hangover number 3 when Quinn, my college roommate and childhood bitching partner came busting through my room letting blinding light startle my sensitive little eyes.

"Lezpez, you have a lecture in half an hour you know?" She smirked at me through the unneeded sunlight.

"Fuck" I mumbled and pressed my head even further into my crisp white pillow. After a minute or so of whispering profanities into my innocent bedding, I looked up to see Quinn still standing in my doorway with her hands on her hips. It was then that I noticed her attire: nike runners, nike leggings and oh surprise surprise, a nike thermal. The blonde bitch had raided my closet whilst I was in a comatose state again. Taking advantage of the hungover and dehydrated should be a crime.

"Quinny, why are you still here? I would chase you out but it seems you've came in running clothing just in case that situation were to occur. My running clothing might I add." I snarled at her, attempting to sound threatening but in reality sounding deflated and sick.

"I'm not leaving until I see some movement from your floppy little body" she laughed. "Oh. And it's not like you wear your free nike when you train anyway? You'd sooner be in those ragged old basket ball shorts and tank top!".

With that I swung my aching legs over the edge of my bed and gestured to Quinn that she could leave now I was fully mobile and no longer in a slumbering state.

"Lectures" I grumbled to myself. "Damn lectures".

You see, going to university was not my first choice. From a young age I always assumed I'd be a sports star. Playing volleyball for my country at the Olympics and living a content life as an athlete. Sadly, at the age of 12 my mother passed away from MS. Leaving me and my 21 year old brother alone in the world. This is when I realised I needed more realistic, financially viable dreams. So, after moving to Perth to live with my great aunt I quickly got a job in my local sports store , stacking shelves. It wasn't much but it paid enough to allow me to go to a private school and study my ass off. After 4 years of working my up I had became a great seller and the shop had me pretty high up in their estimations. Due to this, when I was 16 they had asked me to help them with a presentation with a group of nike representatives. I spent weeks and weeks researching the company and the people I was presenting to. Long story short, I aced the presentation and ended up being offered a 6 month internship with the Australian district for Nike. It was my dream come true, I was working with people who treated me and respected me as an adult!

That's when I met her, Kate. She was Latina like me, with dark raven hair and the olive skin. Only she was taller and much, much more beautiful. I met her on our first day as interns. There was roughly 15 other people in the room, but I had tunnel vision for her. The way she moved effortlessly through the crowd and mingled with ease, I'm pretty sure I fell in love just then. I spent the next month tiptoeing around her , sneaking glances at her whenever I could. Then, gradually, we began speaking. She was two years my senior so naturally I was timid and afraid! Not to mention she was the first person I had ever had feelings for. It scared and excited me all at the same time, and I rapidly became addicted to her.

After being bribed to go out to the local bar with all the interns I found myself drunk, brave and very intent on making a move on Kate. Luckily, she was drunken, braver and web more intent on making a move on me. Kissing her in the bathroom toilets at "Yoohoo's Bar" will always be a defining point in my life. It was the first time I realised I was fully gay, the first time I had realised that alcohol is a deadly weapon and the first time I realised what it was like to be totally and utterly in love with someone. I felt high and it was worryingly reassuring.

The rest of my internship consisted of a mixture of hard work and having sex with the most beautiful girl I had ever met. However, something wasn't right. Every time I uttered those 3 magic words, she froze and whispered "thank-you". She would drop my hand in public if she saw someone looking our way. And she would often ignore me during our working hours. Of course, I was too infatuated to notice.

My internship was coming to an end and everyone was making plans to go to university or to get a job in a local business. I was clueless. I would go wherever Kate wanted to. A week after my internship ended I got an email from Peter, the head of my department at Nike. Notifying me that they would like to offer me a position in their marketing department due to my performance over the past 6 months. I was ecstatic! A real, paying job. However, like everything in my life, there was a catch. I had to take a 2 year crash course in marketing at a university of my choice. They emailed me a list of universities that were offering me a sports scholarship for volleyball and right at the bottom of that list read NYU. I couldn't believe it. My hometown. I knew for a fact that Quinn, my childhood best friend was attending NYU the following year. It was an easy decision, to move back to America. All I had to get was a simple pass in a Marketing & Advertising course and I had myself a well paid job in my dream company. One problem, I had to break it to Kate that I was moving for two years. I went to her apartment 3 days later armed with a box of chocolates, only to be greater by the love of my life screwing some boy on her kitchen floor. You know what her defence was, "You should've knocked first!"? Yes of course, how stupid of me. It's safe to say our brief relationship was demolished and I spent the next few months swearing to myself I was off women and relationships for the rest of my youth. Hoping to eventually settle down with a large cat or some other cuddly animal who I could devote my affection to. I might even call it "Kate" just as a daily reminder of how I don't need a girl to make me happy.

So, this is where I find myself today. 3 lectures and 3 hangovers into my first semester and I was already getting bored.

As I pulled on a pair of sweats and a baggy shirt, I cursed myself for accepting the place at this damn university. I also cursed myself for not hiding all of my nike freebies and giving Quinn a key to my room.

Soooo, what do you lot think :)? I know I've still got this other story going on. But hey, I wont forget it! Please let me know and ask me any questions you want to about this story. Because it means a lot to me! Ohh and Brittany will be introduced in chapter 2. Don't worry ;). -J