AN: Thanks to Samirabws for giving me my very first review! This one is short but I am writing the next right this moment!

Disclaimer: SM owns it all...even me.

Bella

My first day as a college student did not go without a hitch.

Somehow I managed to wake up 2 hours before class, and still arrive 15 minutes late.

I had spent the past week memorizing subway trains, stops, and alternate routes to campus. Angela and I timed our morning routes so we would know just how long it took to get to our classes - 20 minutes. It was the perfect plan.

The universe had to be against me.

I woke up at 6 am, ready and excited. Showered and dressed in one of my trusty t-shirts, jeans, and Chucks in 30 minutes. I spent the rest of my hour assuring my mom, Renee, for the millionth time that I could live and go to school in New York City, making scrambled eggs and English muffins for Angela and myself, and packing my things in my bookbag.

I left the apartment at 7:30 on the dot- giving myself an extra 10 minutes in case something went awry on the way.

I'm not sure what exactly happened. All of the sudden, the fact that I was actually doing this…actually living on my own in NYC…hit me. Walking on the sidewalk, I immersed myself in New York morning rush. I was surrounded by more people than I have ever seen in my life. I had to fight my way on to the train, after being tossed around and left on the platform with a whole new round of workers once (which definitely set me back time wise).

I felt nauseous and dizzy. I kept telling myself to suck it up. This is your life now. This is your city…just as much as anyone else on this train. But the looks I was getting told me otherwise. Their eyes screamed 'tourist' and 'new girl' and they avoided me like the plague.

I was so flustered that I missed my stop by two points and had to run back south once I finally realized my mistake.

It was 8 am and I was running through the streets of New York.

Once I got my bearings and made my way onto campus, I was 10 minutes late. Thankfully I found my building, Philosophy Hall easily.

I sprinted down the hallway, rounded the corner…and ran smack into someone.

"Oof. Ah, sorry. I'm so sorry." I babbled, scrambling to get up and pick up my bag. I could see the door to my class right past my victim's shoulder.

I felt his hands on my arms, helping me get vertical and I looked up, staring right into the most gorgeous pair of green lagoon eyes I have ever seen.

Then I noticed his brownish auburn, messy hair. It was beautiful. My hand twitched, wanting to run through his locks. Okay, psycho.

He cleared his throat and my eyes snapped back into focus.

He had picked up my bag and was holding it out for me. It took a fraction of a second to regain my composure and I took it from him.

"You'll want to be more careful," said a low, angry…sexy voice.

The beautiful boy was scowling at me. You just plowed into him, idiot.

Too stunned to say anything in return, I cast my eyes to the floor, nodded once, mumbled something along the lines of "hyueah", and headed for the shelter of my classroom.

I walked into English Comp 1000 with my heart racing, my butt aching, and my head swimming.

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