II. Chapter 2
LYDIA
It was late morning, or some time around there when I finally found the power to open my eyes. God, it felt good to sleep in for the first time in weeks. Literally. Sitting up, I stretch my arms, brushing strays of hair behind my ear as I leave my bed and head into the living room.
The dorm was actually really nice, and stylish. It had clean white walls, with wooden floors, and a glass wall facing North so we could see the view, even our own porch. It feels like I just stepped into a Tumblr picture or something, and it most certainly doesn't feel bad.
"Morning, sleepyhead, finished dreaming about your Princess Charming?" Allison said, as she walked out of the kitchen with two plates of food as well as two cups of coffee. Thank her soul. I eagerly took the plate and the coffee before making my way to the couch.
"So she wasn't a dream, she definitely seemed like it.." I murmured, taking a long gulp of the french vanilla coffee. Allison laughed and shook her head before turning her attention to her food. Although I'd never admit it, I did want to run into her again. Get her name or anything, really. But she wasn't a priority.
Okay, she definitely was a priority, and I need to see her. It's been approximately two weeks since the fire alarm incident and I haven't run into her once. At all. I even took the extra long way to class just to have a chance.
Urghh, this wasn't even fair. I, Lydia Martin, never do the chasing. I've dated boys and girls alike, yet I never did the chasing. Boys were different, yes I get that, but even with girls they come to me. Yet this one measly girl isn't.
It was infuriating.
Sighing heavily, I slammed the door behind me as I dropped my bag off to the side along with my heels before plopping myself onto the couch. Appearing from her doorway, Allison raised an eyebrow.
"You look..frustrated." Allison mused cheekily, Lydia took a deep breath, ignoring the comment before sitting up and looking to Allison.
"So what are we having for dinner?"
Allison rolled her eyes, before turning back into her room to grab her phone. Ok, I really wanted to see her, but it was obvious that wasn't gonna happen. What if she's not even-no she's gay. Definitely. But what if she's taken or something, by that blonde girl? I wouldn't be surprised, the blonde is gorgeous too.
Whatever, I'll get over it.
15 minutes later, Allison and I sat on the couch, certainly online shopping for shoes that we wouldn't be getting, for the obvious reason being that college leaves you broke and hungry. But a girl can hope.
Their shopping was interrupted by a knock on the door, and some ruscus, but then another knock. It meant the girls were here. Hopping up, Allison jogged over to the door to reveal three friends of ours.
There was Malia, probably the biggest sport junkie you'll ever meet. Then there's Kira, the philosopher of the group, with a thing for yoga and healthy snacks, and finally we have Erica, a real life representation of 'Lace and Leather'. Otherwise known as Allison's wet dream for the past two years, but no way in hell was I calling neither one of them out on that.
Too much drama.
"Hi Lydia!" Kira said, as she walked over to the couch and gave me a small hug before sitting next to me. Malia followed suit, giving me a small hug before plopping on the loveseat couch and grabbing the remote. Erica, who just now walked through the door (From previously eye fucking Allison, probably) gave me a small hug before sitting on the bean bag on the ground.
"The food will be here in a little bit, guys." Malia and Erica nodded wordlessly, as Malia had landed on a boxing match on TV. Oh how I loved those two. Kira rolled her eyes before turning to me.
"So, I heard something happened a while ago?"
My flickered to Allison who exited the kitchen with a water bottle and a guilty expression. Damn it, Argent.
"I made of told her, but honestly it isn't a big deal. It's okay to have feelings, Lydia." She said, sitting herself next to Kira.
"It's not about that, Alli. It's about the fact I can't find her, anywhere. It's a sign for me to stop trying."
"Was she hot?" Erica asked, her eyes still glued to the TV, but she was obviously paying attention. Is she hot? Is that even a question? I shrug, avoiding to look at the others, already knowing Allison would call me on my shit immediately.
"Was she hot?" Erica repeated, the question now directed to Allison. Allison grew a wide grin as she nodded. If looks could kill, I would destroy Allison right here, right now.
"Yeah, she has that, tall, dark, and handsome vibe. Except a punk style. And somewhat althletic with a hot side kick." God, can she read minds or something? Because that description hit the spot. Or rather the core.
Erica looked away from the TV to meet Allison's eyes. One day I'm gonna lock them in a room so they can make out already, because I really don't feel like living in two clique love stories right now. If you could call Ms. Tall-Dark-And Handsome a love story.
"Do you want me to help you find Mrs. Perfect and her hot side kick?" Allison blushed, her eyes darting to me then back to a waiting Erica.
"Yeah, for Lydia, because obviously she can't do it herself." Kira nudged me, her eyes catching mine as she gestured to the oblivious Erica and Allison, who seemed too caught up in eye contact to notice other people were around. I sent Kira a knowing look.
Oh, Allison, if only you had the guts.
And as if on cue, the doorbell rang. Allison stood up, grabbing some cash off the counter and paying for the food. Within minutes, we all had our food and were eating in content.
"You know, Lydia, did you ever check the dorm list? Or the dorm counselor? You can just ask them, and they'll tell you what dorm they're in." Malia says, through her sesame chicken and rice.
Oh shit, she was right. Erica, who looked mildly impressed, leaned over to high five Malia.
Lydia definitely had a game plan now.