Chapter 1: University of Mit-i-gan
"Are you sure I look okay?" I push my hair away from my eyes and then flip it back over them again trying to see which looks better with my outfit. I decide to leave them over my eyes. I straiten my low cut tank top, Sarah said it would get the boys attention but I really don't like the way my body looks. I flatten the wrinkles of my long torn up jeans which I picked out. In the corner of the mirror I see my backpack which holds my favorite things in the world; not school books or a sketch book or anything that any normal person would love, but Mr. Minipoofynessinerfinstein and a picture of Jim and me in kindergarten. We were so happy. I try not to cry. I can't smudge my makeup. 'It was over ten years ago, Emilie. Let it go. You are never going to see him again. Heck, you don't even remember his last name. Now stop thinking in the third person,' I think to myself which doesn't help at all.
"No," Sarah replies back twisting my bangs and clipping them to the rest of my hair. I almost really cry this time. She's supposed to be my best friend. OMG I'm such a wimp, "Sexy," she smiles and so do I. I give a sigh of relief, but I can't stop looking at my tank top and how uncomfortable it is showing off one of the parts of my body I hate the most. Sarah simply smiles, "You look beautiful, Emilie. If it makes you uncomfortable just wear your jacket over it… after all it is Michigan so you'll probably end up putting it on anyway. Don't worry so much. First day of college can't be that bad. We've been dreaming of this college since seventh grade! Let's have fun!"
I don't want to tell her that I only wanted to come to Michigan to have a slight chance of seeing Jim again. I guess that's never going to happen. Well, I'm not getting any closer to finding out if it ever will happen if we just stand in the girl's bathroom, "Come on," I grab Sarah's hand and pull her out of the bathroom while slipping on my jacket and zipping it up to the neck. Much better.
We walk down the hall looking down at our schedules. Suddenly I become very acquainted with a wall… I think it's a wall. No, it's a person! My butt hits the ground hard (for once I'm glad for my big butt). "Oh, I'm so sorry. Here, take my hand," a deep voice booms. I reach up and grab the appendage of the shadow and I feel myself being pulled right off the ground with amazing strength. The dark figures features become somewhat clearer to me but in the dim hallway it's hard to see details.
"It's okay, it's my fault. I should have been looking at where I was going," I smile up at him squinting trying to make out what his face looks like. All I can get is really, really hot! The man (at least I hope it's a dude) smiles down at me as well. Even in the darkness I can see him blushing.
"I gotta pee," he rushes away and disappears into the crowd, away from the bathrooms. Sarah snickers but I'm too busy trying to remember any facial features but all I can get are eyes… beautiful green eyes. Suddenly what he said last comes to me and I blink and look over at Sarah about to explode from holding in laughter.
"Did he just say he has to pee?" Sarah nods in response in fear of spitting out howls of laughter. I let out a small giggle as well. I couldn't help it, "Come on. We gotta get to drama," we walk in the direction that green eyes had run away. As we pass each room reading its number all I can think about are those eyes. I have seen them before… somewhere. We find the classroom and saunter in. And sitting in the corner table is none other than green eyes himself.
