The campus seems remarkably cheery even though midterms are coming like a vengeful storm, but even looming clouds in the distance couldn't stop the Ark University students from enjoying the breeze.
Even I'm elated because I'm coming back from my favorite course, studio drawing. It's the only course I take outside of the med school and it's the only thing that keeps me sane, especially with midterms coming up.
As I'm walking past the athletic facility I notice a guy walking around me, looking focused and kind of sweaty, he's probably coming from the gym. I recognize him immediately as the dude with the window and the Fall Out Boy posters. It was Bellamy Blake
His eyes meet mine as he goes by, and I watch as they flicker with recognition.
He slows down to walk beside me.
"Hey," he smiles, "Glad you don't have tetanus."
"My too," I laugh, feeling weirdly nervous. Very weirdly nervous. I never get nervous when I talk to guys unless they're creepy or something.
"Heading back to the dorm?" He asks.
"Yup," I nod, "My roommate is in class so I might be able to get some studying done-"
"Oh you better not be talking about midterms!" Bellamy exclaims, "You can't talk about that on a day like this," he says, opening his hands and gesturing to the clear sky and light breeze.
I just sigh and shrug my shoulders. He looks at me with half a smile and a ton of freckles.
"There's smudges on your face," he says.
"Ugh-" I said, rubbing my cheek as if it would help, "Charcoal," I grunt, "From art class."
"Whoa, I didn't peg you down as the artsy type princess," Bellamy laughs, "You seem a bit more…"
"Nerdy?" I finish his sentence, before processing what he even said to me.
"Did you just call me a princess?" I exclaim, "Where did you get that from?!"
He just grins at me then looks ahead at the green where some guys are playing Frisbee.
"I dunno, you just give me that vibe."
I laugh at him, "If you think I'm a princess you clearly don't know me very well."
"True," he sighs, "Maybe I could get to know you better."
Before I can meet his gaze to reply a guy comes running over from the field, I recognize him as Bellamy's drunk roommate from that night a couple weeks ago.
"Bellamy!" He shouts, then glances at me, "And lady friend!" He grins at Bellamy and gives him the thumbs up. I swear I can see some redness beneath his freckles.
"Were playing Frisbee and need a few more guys."
"Definitely!" says Bellamy, "Want to play, princess?"
"Princess!" Laughs Miller, "She does kinda look like one."
I just at the two of them, they're idiots, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.
"I'm good," I say, replying to their grins. Bellamy frowns at me.
"Well see you around," he says with a disappointed wave.
"See ya," I sigh, still stuck on his previous statement. I'd like to know him better too honestly. He seems decent, and cute, but I need to stay focused on college. Boys are at the bottom of my priority list right now.
I look back at the guys playing Frisbee and I spot Bellamy right away, standing there all focused before running for the Frisbee. He just misses, and I watch him laugh as he picks it up and chucks it right at Miller's back.
He's definitely cute, and he's definitely more than decent.
"Delta Phi!" Screams Raven as she rushes through the door. I jump up from my biology textbook feeling quite agitated.
"What the hell, Raven!" I shout sternly, but I start laughing at the excited grin on her face.
"Frat party!" She screams, "This Friday!"
"Didn't we just go to one of those?"
"Yeah but that was a Gamma something or other," she explains as if I should already know. I honestly don't give a shit about the frats but Raven seems pretty smitten, "This is Delta Phi! Their parties are always legendary!"
"Then why haven't you gone to one?" I asked.
"They haven't had one since their President got kicked out," she says as she collapses onto the bed. I turned back to my book hoping Raven was done fangirling over some filthy frat guys.
"Wait is this the frat down on the 100 block? The huge, sketchy one?" I ask.
"Yup," Raven smiles.
"All of the off campus frats and sororities down there are full of alcoholics and deliquents and-."
"Exactly! That's why they're so fun," she smirks at me and I just shake my head.
"The theme is badass," she says, I suppress a groan, I should've gone to the library.
"Yeah," I say without taking my eyes from my book, "What is it?"
"I told you, it's Badass."
"What? That's weird, what does that even mean?"
"It means dress like a badass!" She says going to her closet, "Of course I don't need to dress up cause I'm a fucking engineer," Raven jokes, "But you…"
"If you call me a princess I swear I will-,"
"You do kinda look like a princess," she says tilting her head as she examines me. I sigh, Raven of all people should be able to tell me I'm not a princess. Do I really act that way?
"You need leather, and eyeliner, and possibly a switch blade."
"I didn't even said I'm going yet!"
"You don't have a choice," she says as she tosses me her leather jacket, "Try this on."
I groan as I throw the thing on, knowing that I'll be forced to go somehow. No one ever has a choice with Raven.