Okay, I am not very good at writing and hopefully I will get better with time. Writing is how I procrastinate writing other stuff (i.e. Psychology and Marketing essays oh YAY AND JOY). I hope everyone who reads my work actually likes it. Please don't be too harsh in the criticism section, I do work really hard on these :)

I got back to the dorm, chucked all of my books on my desk, and texted her.

"Hey Marcilene, it's Peebles. The girl with the wild, pink hair? We met today after your performance!"

"Oh, hey Peebles. I'm a bit busy right now, give me 5."

Oh, well. That was an instant reply. Was she waiting for me? I shook my head. Lying down on my bed, I put my phone on my stomach so I would know when she texted back.

5 minutes…

10 minutes…

15 minutes passed.

Still no reply. Now, I am used to punctuality, so with a tinge of disappointment, I decided she wasn't as into me as I thought. Maybe she just wanted to meet some people? I've never met her before. I started on my biology report, two weeks in and already crammed with work. But I couldn't. Her face, her smile, the amazing perfume she wore, everything about her was stopping me from doing my work. I started getting annoyed. What the hell? This never happens to me. I shook my head, shut my eyes, counted to 10… But all I saw was her face behind the letters I was counting towards.

1… 2… 3… 4… 5 – my phone vibrated.

I dived on my bed to read it.

"Hey, sorry about that. So what are you doing tonight?"

I thought about this for a bit… Should I play hard to get, or does she want to be friends? Maybe I'll stick with friends.

"Not much, I was going to do my bio report. Wby?" I hoped she understood my text language reference. Maybe she'll think I'm 'cool' and 'chill' like her.

My phone buzzed almost instantly.

"Nothing at all. Are you in a dorm? We should hang out. Don't do your report! Save it for another night. It's a Wednesday, student night right? I know a place that does a mean cocktail for cheap as shit!"

Fuck fuck fuck. I don't drink, and if I do, it's maybe two drinks before I'm absolutely hammered. Well, she's asking me for a drink, and my biology report can wait. And it's student night, right? God she's so beautiful all I want to do is see her. Before I could actually process my illogical thoughts, my thumbs were tapping their way on the screen.

"Yes! I would love to go out, be warned, I am a cheap drunk! I am at the campus dorm, room 501. What time?"

Again, the buzz reply was instant.

"Awesome, I'll come now!"

Oh my god no I can't go out looking like this. I chucked on some foundation and then quickly put on some eyeliner and mascara, hopefully it made my green eyes look less tired. I paused, looking in the mirror. Jeans and a t shirt, no this will not do. By this time, I was already working up a bit of a sweat, so instead of doing what any normal person would do, I got completely undressed to start again, standing in my bra and underwear.

Then there was the knock at my door.

"It's Marcileeeeene!" she dragged out the last part of her name in her sing-song voice.

Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me. This had to happen. Of course.

Turns out, I hadn't locked my door either and Marcilene walked straight in. Usually my blush creeps onto my face, but I knew I was the colour of a beetroot in the space of a micro-second.

"Oh, wow! Hey Peebles! You are keen to see me!" she winked at me and started going through my clothes, as if she was unaware I was in my bra and underwear.
"Dude, why are you so ashamed? It's only a bra and underwear. Bikinis are the same thing? Besides, I'm a girl too, I know exactly what's under there. I can help you choose what to wear!"

She pulled out a white floral dress and chucked my converses at me.
"There you go. Now come on, before happy hour ends!" I quickly put on my dress and converses, and she took my hand and dragged me out of the door.

Is this a date?

"Well, I hope so. You look amazing. You did earlier today too." Marcilene replied, as if it was obvious.

Oh my god I said that out loud. Maybe she is into me. I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile.
"Thanks." She turned around, still holding my hand, with her beautiful grin plastered on her face. I noticed her outfit had changed too. She was wearing a red and black plaid skirt, a tight black top and biker boots. In her other hand was a black jacket. Marcilene was the complete opposite of me, but by law, opposites attract. Maybe this is it.

My dark haired beauty sat me down, sitting right next to me, and picked up the menu, the glint of the sun making it hard to read.
"Fuck it, let's get… Mojitos!" The waitress came up and asked for our order, then I.D.'s, then quite happily left. I noticed the men on the table next to us looking at Marcilene up and down like she was a piece of meat, it angered me.
"Marcilene, those creepy guys are checking you out."
"Yeah, I noticed," she turned to them, her voice ice and venom, "What the fuck do you want? Can't you see I'm on a date? Oh my god if you ruin this for me I will hunt you down." She turned back to me and smiled. We could both hear the mutterings of the men "lesbian bitches".

While I was scared of those guys, I felt safe with Marcilene. There was something about her that was rebellious, badass. I knew this was going to be a good night. I just felt it.