Chapter two.
I sat in my last class of the night tapping my foot impatiently, waiting to get out of this class. The date scheduled with Justin at 8:00 has made me more anxious then ever the rest of the day.
I stared into space as the professor went on and on about basic physics of an animals body. Review for me pretty much. I snuck a peek at my phone. It was 6:55. Five more minutes and we get out of this hellhole.
I've always wanted to be a veternarian since I was a little girl and I was finally getting my wish. I used to dress as a doctor in my mother's scrubs, as she was a doctor. I would practice on my dog, Baylor, and sometimes my stuffed animals. I would get in trouble for cutting up my stuffed animals as I tried to heal their "wounds". I smiled at the memory of my childhood, but then frowned.
My mother and father have been dead for 2 years now. They had gotten in a terrible carcrash when I was in my first year of college. I was only 19 years old and my parents were dead.. They will never get to watch me get married, graduate from college, or even get to see their grandchildren if I ever had any kids.
That was a terrible day for me. The superintendent had pulled me out of class and told me. I stayed locked in my dorm, waiting for Elle to come comfort me as I cried for what seemed like ages.
The professor interupted my thoughts as he boomed that class was over. I grabbed my things quickly and hurriedly walked out the door.
I practically ran to Elle and I's dorm. I burst through the door and saw her already laying on her bed, waiting for me.
"Alex Sanitago!" she cried. "Justin! And you! Oh my gosh!"
I laughed and nodded excitedly.
"And thats why you have to help me get ready!" I exclaimed.
She jumped up immediately and ran to our little closet that didnt fit nearly any of her and I's clothes and shoes. Elle was a bit of a shopping fanatic and always made sure we were "up to date" with our fashion sense. Good thing her parents were both doctors and Elle had the money to blow.
She was also studying to be a veternarian. She has helped me pay my way through college, as I dont have alot of money. Medical school was quite pricey. We're both in our 3rd year. One more year until we can open our own veternarian buisness. It's quite exciting.
Elle interupted my thoughts, showing me an outfit she thinks I should wear. A pair of light-wash skinny jeans, with little embellishments on the front pockets, and a simple lavender, v-neck shirt with short sleeves.
I examined the outfit.
"Not too simple do you think?" I said.
It was quite a pretty outfit together.
"The only places he can take you is Starbucks or the restraunt on campus. No leaving campus after 8:00 remember?" she said, a little annoyed.
She was always a goody-two-shoes, never living on the dangerous side. She would never sneak off campus with our friends and I. I was never too bad, but I was risky. I sighed.
"Right, right," I said smugly. "But what about shoes?"
I saw her eyes travel to my favorite pair of shoes, my dark blue converse. I laughed.
"You'll allow me to go on a date with those on?" I quipped.
Elle laughed also and nodded. I quickly stripped down and dressed in the outfit. My legs looked incredibly well in the jeans. I praised the outfit in our full length mirror. I found a pair of socks and put them on then put my converse next to my bed. I took my straightner and brush, and fixed my hair. Pin straight. Just as I liked. Elle appeared behind me.
"Beautiful, as always Miss Santiago. Or should I say Mrs. Russo?" she laughed.
I turned to her quickly and playfully punched her.
"No! Its just a date," I said giggling.
I turned back around and looked in the mirror. I touched my up mascara and eyeshadow in the mirror. I put some more chapstick on my lips. Perfect? No. Good enough? Yes.
"Maybe you should head out. It's 7:50. Takes ya about 5 minutes to walk from here to the bench," Elle said excitedly.
Oh my gosh. I'm so nervous.. I hope this turns out okay. A boy. Likes Alex Santiago? I started to walk out the door, waving bye to Elle.
As I started walking towards the bench, I felt overly nervous. What if this is a trick? To just get a good laugh, that I thought a cute, popular guy would like me? I couldnt just laugh it off and forget about it, if it was like that. Maybe guys wernet so cruel in college..
As I approached the bench, I saw Justin's outlined figure in the dim light along with another figure of a girl. And they were kissing..
A/N: I hope this is a good chapter! Kind of short my liking but i worked hard on it! Review please and tell me how i did! -Abby.
