Thanks for reading and reviewing the first chapter, it means a lot! Here's chapter two. It's a bit shorter than the previous one, but don't worry, chapter 3 will be longer! What would you guys like to see in the story? I have a lot planned, but you never know what I could throw in here.
"He asked to borrow my notes, Bee!" Imogen exclaimed, flailing her arms as she walked down the hall with her best friend. "Oh my god, you're notes? When's the wedding?" her best friend sarcastically responded, "Didn't I tell you to stay away from college guys?" Imogen rolled her eyes, knowing Bianca had no idea what she was talking about. Bianca didn't know Eli, sure, Imogen didn't know him very well either, but she knew he wasn't a bad guy. He couldn't be. "He borrowed my notes, he didn't ask me to sleep with him, gosh, calm down, will ya'?"
"Just be careful,"
Going back to class for the final night that week, Imogen walked in the room standing tall. She had made sure to get to class a bit earlier, so she could hopefully snag a bit of time to talk to Eli. Noticing Eli's seat empty, she hurried to her own, and waited for him to arrive.
"Is this psych 101?" a voice broke her out of her thoughts, and she turned towards the door, seeing a tall curly haired girl staring at her. Imogen, being caught off guard, stared at her for a second, before nodding her head slightly. The girl smiled, and walked into the classroom, sitting in the seat beside Imogen, one of the only other seats available.
Eli entered the classroom just a few seconds later, Imogen's bright notebook in hand. "Hey," he greeted her, out of breath. Imogen guessed he was in a rush to get to class on time. "Thanks for these notes, you're a lifesaver,"
Imogen nodded, taking the book back from him, "It's no problem! Glad they were of assistance," she said, looking up at him. Biting her lip as she watched him walk away, she sat back in her seat and held the notebook close to her.
"Either you really love that notebook, or you have a little crush," the girl beside her spoke. Imogen flashed her attention to her, "Do not!" she defended, "He's just… really cute," Imogen whispered, careful so Eli couldn't hear.
"Whatever you say,"
By the end of class, Imogen had learned the new girl in her class was named Fiona Coyne, and she was set to attend some big-shot university, but somehow ended up at Centennial at the last minute. She had spent most of the class talking to her, working on an assignment the professor had passed out.
Waving goodbye to the girl, they parted ways, Imogen heading off to find her mother. Pulling her phone from her bag, she checked her newest message from her mother, disappointed when she read her mother was going to be half an hour late. Sliding her phone back into her bag, Imogen sighed, sitting down on the closest bench.
"Planning to spend the night here?" a familiar voice asked. Imogen's heart sped as she recognized the source, and she turned to Eli, chuckling.
"No, just waiting for my mom," she answered, "My car's in the shop." Imogen knew the second after she said that, she would soon come to regret it. She was already acting as a college student, now as a college student with a car.
"Oh, that's unfortunate, sorry to hear that," he said, sitting down next to her. Imogen nodded in agreement. "I'm Eli, by the way,"
"Imogen," she smiled, "What are you waiting for?" she asked, looking around. It was getting dark, and most students had gotten out of their classes for the night and were headed home.
"It's getting late, and you're alone. You never know what could happen to a pretty girl in the dark, lonesome night."
Imogen bit her lip, "Well, I don't think anything is going to happen, but thank you,"
"I haven't seen you around before. Is this your first semester?" Eli asked after a few moments of silence. Imogen nodded, mumbled a 'mhm'. "I've been here a few semesters. I went to NYU for a semester after I graduated, but it wasn't the right fit for me."
Imogen was intrigued by his answer, and wanted to know more. "New York wasn't the city of your dreams?"
"It just… wasn't for me." Imogen's face fell at his flat answer.
Before Imogen had the chance to ask another question, she noticed her mother's car pull up. "That's my ride," she shot up from her seat, hoping her mom hadn't seen her with Eli, "I better get going," turning quickly on her heels, she rushed to her mother's car.
"Bye Imogen,"
Her mother hadn't been paying enough attention to notice Imogen sitting with one of her college classmates, and she was relieved. Knowing her mother, she'd ask a million and one questions.
"How was class?" Natalie asked her daughter.
"Fine," Imogen answered, shrugging it off. Inside, Imogen was bursting with excitement after talking to Eli, and she couldn't wait until her next class.
"Are you not enjoying it? Oh Imogen, I told you we can take you out of classes if you aren't liking them."
Imogen shook her head, "Mom, classes are going great, I promise."
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