Here's chapter 2!! =]]

Okay, Oliver take a deep breath. You can do this. It's just like the first day of high school all over again. Okay, well I really don't want a replay of my first day of high school. What an embarrasing day! Oh no! It goes beyond embarrasing! It was like thirteen of Friday the 13th put together all in one day! On my first day of high school, the first thing I did that was embarrasing was use the broken water fountain. Nobody told me that it spewed water all over the place. So it looked like I peed in my pants that day. Then in my first period, I had the hot new teacher liturature teacher Ms. Threkeld. She called me up to the board to correct a sentence, and well, I didn't know my shoe was untied. She stood right next to the board holding a marker for me. I walk up there, and I tripped over my shoe lace and fell in her arms! I guess you could say, "I fell for Ms. Threkeld". Also, to the jocks, I was the freshman toy! Yep, I got dunked in trash can! Yeah, I would never want to go back to high school.

I opened the door to my first period class with Mr. Green. Hmm, he sounds like an enviormentalist. I really hope he's not one of those people that are like, "If we don't stop cutting trees, the world is going to end in 2012 because of global warming!" Good greif. Don't those people have anything better to do than scare the old people!

I sighed in relief as I walked in the classroom. Well, I've made it this far. I looked around studying the classroom. My eyes felt like they popped out. There must be at least ninety students in here!

"Well hello!" a man writing on the board said. He came and greeted me by shaking my hand. He seemed very happy and chipper. Something I wish I knew what felt like. "I'm Mr. Green your professor for sociology. Who are you?"

"Oliver Oken," I said.

"Well welcome Mr. Oken," the chipper man said. The man looked like a total Einstein. He had glasses. And he was bald at the top of his head. He had messy white hair that looked like it hadn't been combed. He wore a suit. And he smelled like cigerettes.

"It's just Oliver," I said.

"I'll probably forget," he said. "I've got over a hundred students to learn names. Sit by that lovely blonde girl over there." He pointed to a girl that had her back turned to us talking to a burnette. I went over and sat next to her. She never turned to face me.

Okay, well I had the worst luck with girls in high school. Maybe all my awkwardness helped me build up skills for the ladies! I tapped her shoulder.

"Hey," she said turning around to face me. My mouth dropped open when I saw her face! I couldn't believe it! She was definetly the last person I wanted to see! "Hey it's you!" she said.

"What are you doing here?" I asked shocked.

"Not expecting me were you?" she smirked.

"No I wasn't," I said. "I didn't even expect you to be a freshman since you knew that I was one."

"Well, my mom is a professor here. I've been working in that store since I was sixteen. So I've been studying the characteristics of all the classmen. Freshmen seem to be more nervous. Sophmores act like know it alls. Did you know that sophmores actually mean wise fool?" I shook my head. She continued to blabber on, "Juniors act like people who live life like it's their last day. And seniors seem scared. It's probably because they're going into the real world."

"You don't seem nervous," I said.

"Yeah, I'm really worried about that," she said.

"Lilly why are you worried about not being nervous?" I asked.

"Because it's good when you're nervous. In fact people do better when they're nervous. It's when you're not nervous when you need to start worrying," she said.

"You're so weird," I said.

"Am I really?" Lilly asked.

"Yes you are," I said.

"Well then, you are the one who has no clue what to do. Has no confidence in himself. The one who seems awkward. I, Oliver Oken, am not the weird one here," she said to me.

I was silent. I didn't have a comeback to her comment.

"Well welcome freshmen," Mr. Green started. "Now today, every professor that you have is going to say what I am about to say. Look at everyone around you. Look at the person in front of you, beside you, and behind you. One of those will drop out."

I got the feeling that everyone around me was looking at me. So I didn't look at any of the people around me.

"Well, I hope to keep you all motivated," Mr. Green said. He held up a stack of papers, "This right here class is your syllbus for the semester. Please pass them down the rows." He handed them out for us to pass. I passed one to Lilly sitting right next to me. It game me chills to even come in contact with her.

Mr. Green continued to talk, but I really didn't pay any attention to him. I was just replaying the scene in my head of what had just had happened. Lilly's voice kept echoing in my head, "I, Oliver Oken, am not the weird one here."

I have confidence in myself! Well most of the time. Sometimes I doubt myself. Well, that's pretty much all the time. But I'm not awkward! Well, I never feel comfterable around everyone else. And I have no clue what to do? What did she mean by that?

"....project," my thoughts were interrupted by the "p" word. I turned my head to Mr. Green. I gave him a questioning look. Project? Did he actually mean a project?

"But it's only the first day of school!" someone said.

"Get used to it. This is college, not high school," Mr. Green said. Oh how I wished I was back in the place I was so ready to get out of my freshmen year. "You have the whole semester to work on this project. Now look at the person next to you." I avoided looking at Lilly. "Now the person next to you is you partner." What?! I can't work with Lilly! "What you'll be doing is studying this person. Their every move. Their personality. Their family background. The way act. Facial expressions they make when they're lying. Stuff like that." He walked to his desk and grabbed a stack of papers. Holding it up, he said, "Here is your guide for this project!" He handed them out.

"Well, Oliver, I guess I'm studying you for the rest of the semester," Lilly said.

I finally turned my head and looked at Lilly. "Don't think you already know me!" I spatted.

"What makes you think that I think I know you?" she asked.

"Just the way you talk to me," I said.

Lilly laughed. Why was she laughing at me? There was nothing funny about what I was telling her!

"Oliver I do not know you," she said.

"Then why do you act like you do?" I asked.

"I don't! If I knew I you, I would know stuff like your favorite color, band or singer, if you laugh when you're nervous, stuff like that."

I chuckled. Lilly made me nervous for some reason.

"Though really I don't think anyone can truely know another person besides themself," she said.

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Well, I believe your true identity is the way you act when noone's watching," she said tilting her head and running her hand through her hair.

"Where do you get that from?" I asked.

"Well, did you ever read Othello by Shakespeare in high school?" she asked.

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?" I asked.

"Well Iago was never himself around other people. Well, I mean I guess you can defend it by argueing that he was screwing people over, but it wasn't when they were watching."

"Well, I guess you could say that," I said.

"Well have you ever been truely just yourself, a hundred percent around other people?" she asked.

I really didn't want to answer her question. I knew the answer, and I had a feeling Lilly knew the answer to.

"Well, do you want to start this project after school or what?" I asked changing the subject.

"Can't, but I'm free Saturday," she said.

"Okay, well, I guess I'll meet you where?" I asked.

"The courtyard," she said smiling.

"Okay, well I guess I'll meet you on Saturday at seven?" I asked smiling. Lilly nodded her head.

***

I walked into my dorm room after all my classes. Well, I survived my first day!

My cell phone started ringing. I pulled it out of my pocket. Just as I expected, it was my mom. I flipped it open and put it up to my ear.

"Hey mom!" I said.

"Hi Oliver! So how's college so far?" she asked.

"Well, my roommate is a thirteen year old boy," I said.

"Oh really?" she said.

"Yeah," I said.

"Well how are your classes?" she asked.

"Overload on the work," I said. I set my bookbag down on my bed and fell back on my bed. "I already have a project, a report that I have to write which is due in two days, and I have to read a whole chapter which is seventy pages long!"

"Ooh, well good luck son," she said. "So are there any girls that you might be interested in?"

A picture of Lilly came in my head. I smiled as I imagined her face. "Mom, I've only been here two days."

"Well, I saw your dad my first week of college, and I knew I was in love with him," she said.

"Well I don't think it's going to be like that for me," I said. "I haven't really met a girl that I might be interested in."

"Well, if you do meet someone, call me and tell me all about her," she said.

"Okay mom," I said. "Umm mom, I have a lot of homework, and I should go and start working on it."

"Okay, well I love you," she said.

"I love you too. Bye mom," I said.

"Bye Oliver," she said. We both hunged up.

I looked up at the roof and sighed. Why did I immediately think of Lilly when my mom asked me about girls? I mean, I can't stand her. She's rude, blunt, overly confident, audacious, and so much more. Yeah, me and Lilly, haha, definetly not!

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