How was I to know?

It's a crazy thing

...

And who was I to say

That this was meant to be?

The Joker and the Queen - Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran

Chapter 7 - Cafeteria Looks.

It is foolish to think that my mind could rest, when the only thing it could do, was to wander.

Wander to the moment we met. A moment fool of foolishness from my part. Being honest, it was just naiveté.

As I close my eyes, everything comes clear as day. Do you think about this too?

THEN

It's my first day here, and everything seems scary. It's the first time I'm away from home, it is silly for me to be so scared when all I did when I was there, was hoping I could leave. Mom is complicated, and Phil even more.

I sigh, wasn't college supposed to be fun and exciting? Since when was I so scared to live?

Sitting in the campus Starbucks seemed like a safe place, no one would bother me, and I could definitely seem interesting - and not lonely - while reading my book. I knew no one here, and my roommate hasn't arrived to the dorms yet. Rosalie Hale, another mystery to uncover.

After what it felt a good hour or two I looked uo my book and I saw you.

Is rust a usual hair color? Because that was yours, the brown and red intertwined throughout your head and depending where the sun reflected, it changed colors. You're as tall as me, at least I think so, and your black glasses frame your eyes quite well. They're deep green, I think maybe there's some hints of blue. Either way, I shouldn't be staring.

But I do, you must be a senior hear, one that is taking his sweet time to graduate because you look older, older than me. 24? 25? Who knows. I text Jessica, she's my best friend from back home. Well, back in Forks. We've known each other since we were 5 and we've stayed friends throughout all these years.

"I've met the love of my life on my first afternoon here, must be prepared to be a bridesmaid. - Bells" I send her quickly through a text.

I can see the little bubbles forming, she's typing and for sure laughing.

"Glad to know that your education is going well. -J" she answers. "Send a picture"

I laugh, loudly, and you turn to look at me. I'm dying, I'm red and you're staring at me. You don't smile.

I look down because I can't believe I'm embarrassing myself, besides it is me being cheeky. I do not have the nerve to go ask you out.

However, I do have the nerve of taking a picture of you. This is wrong, I know, but I can't help myself, I wait for a few minutes while you look away, and I double check my phone is silence.

I have the perfect shot, your profile is taunting. Your strong jaw has a three day stubble, your eyelashes are to die for, any girl would love them and your rusty hair is a mess, but an organized one. Your blue button down makes you look serious, maybe you're already working? An internship? It would make sense, with your age and all.

I take the picture and quickly send it to Jessica.

"He is hot. Go little Bella, did you talk to him?" she answers. She must know I have not, and I won't. As I look up from the message I realize I am running tight to my next class, 'Fundamentals of Political Science', I'm excited, is the class I'm most thrilled to take this semester and being new to campus I better get going because I need to make sure I get to right place.

I gather my things and I see you leave, it's okay. Maybe I'll run into you again.

As I walk down my class I think maybe I could have made a better effort for today, I look plain.

Brown hair, with brown eyes. Jeans and a white blouse, pink ballet flats. Who cares though, right? I'm here to learn, not to run into you.

I find the classroom and I realize I'm not the only one trying to not get lost, there are already other 4 students there and they all smile awkwardly at each other, I sit on the corner closest to the door, take out my laptop and my notebook.

I need technology to google the things I don't know, but I need to write to remember the things the professor will teach us. The classroom starts to fill out and the professor is running late, it's 5:33 PM, they should be here already.

I'm a punctuality freak, so whoever is teaching the class right now has already made a bad impression on me.

An older lady comes, she looks like she's the one teaching here and behind her, there's you.

I feel like I won the loterry and since you're also late, I move my things aside so maybe you sit next to me, it's convinient, I'm the one closest to the door.

You look at me in a puzzy, confused. And I feel stupid because you're not sitting down. She speaks.

"Welcome to the class of Fundamental of Political Science, my name is Dr. Carmen Denali, and I'm here to introduce you to Professor Cullen, he is new to the department".

As soon as she says this you move towards the desk and leave your things there. Fuck.

"Nice to meet you class, but please call me Edward, after all I'm not that older than you." that gets you a chuckle from around the class.

Yeah, I'm screwed.

AN: A long chapter, a new thing for me.

This exact scene did happen to me on my first day of college, and I laugh now because it was hilarious looking back at it.

I'm updating double today because tomorrow I won't be able to.

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