Oh well, I might see him in my classes. Walking over to our shared bathroom, I shivered slightly. Sometimes it sucked that I went to sleep shirtless, but it was a habit of mine. And as they say, 'Old habits die hard'. It must of been 7 o'clock a.m. Even though my classes began at 9:30, I still had to get up early for morning practice. What a pain.
After a quick shower, I changed, and left the room. I didn't bother with breakfast. Eating then excersicing right after did not mix. I learned the hard way. I met up with my new coach, Mr. McWhorter. What a weird name. Did all the men in his family have warts? Cause he did, Im thinking that's the reason why they named him that. After the annual prep talk about how he 'expected a lot of me' and that I 'could excel in life becoming a N.F.L player'. I heard that talk so many times I had nearly memorized it! To be honest I wasn't thinking about become a football player. I believe there is more to life than competition. My dream job is to become a police officer. So when people see me, they'll all think 'There goes a Hero!'. Yeah that would be so much more better than just playing a sport
Don't get me wrong I loved to play. But it was more of a hobby than a goal. I have to it to Football though. It got me into shape. You dudes seem cool so I'll let you in on a little secret. I use to be overweight. Too much Mc Donalds, I guess. Thats the main reason I got into football. For the excersice. And it turns out I had a hidden talent for it. After the morning laps, I again used the showers. I didn't want to be smelly for the whole day. Some guys back in high school , thought that leaving your sweaty body odor to be smelled was attractive. In my opinion they were just too desperate.
After that, I headed into my first period class, calculus. What a drag. I chose a seat in the back row, right next to the window. I didn't like math. It stresses me out too much. I was pretty early, only five other people where in the room. I recognized some of them. One was a Spainiard that I had asked directions for yesterday. We made eye contact and he gave me a smile. I smiled back and waved. Then turned to look around once more. There was a French guy a seat in front of me. I could tell by his accent cause he was trying to flirt with, I think, a Hungarian girl. There was also a gruff blonde man in the front row, taking out a bunch of supplies.
"H-hello." I heard a timid voice say. I looked and there was a guy right across from me! What the heck dudes? Last time I checked there was only five people in the room! "Are you a ghost, dude?" I'm so stupid sometimes! It kinda of just slipped out! I'm such an idiot now I was going to get haunted for sure! "No. My name is Matthew. Matthew Williams." He had a really quiet voice. No wonder I didn't hear him before!
"Cool! Alfred F. Jones, at your service." He smiled with satisfaction. Maybe he was worried that he wouln't find any friends to talk to. Good thing I was the Hero. I'd save him from having a lonely University experience!
Me and Matt talked a bit more. And as we talked other students started filling in. All of us were socializing until the math teacher clapped her hands together. Loud enough to get everyone's attention. "Good Morning Class! My name is Mrs. Cimbell and I'll be your math instructor for the rest of the year! Now before we begin, I'd like for you to recognize two impressive students!" She was talking about me, obviously. She must've made a mistake while she was talking. As I said before only a Hero could pull off getting a scholarship!
"Give a nice round of applause to Alfred Jones-" Told ya! I stood up as the class began to clap.
"And Arthur Kirkland!'' She gestured over to where he was also standing.
Oh Dear Jesus Christ! It was the Arthur from Freshman year! Le Gasp!~ I'd know those eyebrows anywhere! But h-he looked so grown up! So adultish. Yes that is a word! Look it up in the Dictionary called 'Alfred F. Jones Brain!' We looked at one another. Both bewildered that one: someone else had gotten a scholarship and two:that it was the same guy from their teen years!
Wait if he was Arthur Kirkland...that must mean...that we're sharing the room! Things were going to get real akward in the bedroom. That sounded so wrong, but fuck I don't think I've ever felt so excited to meet with an old friend. Must be a university thing.