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I went on with my early morning routine after that. I showered quickly, scorching my body with the steaming hot temperature. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The tips of my blonde hair fell onto my forehead, almost intercepting my blue eyes. I carefully combed it back and used gel to style it. I threw on khakis and a dark blue polo and grabbed my leather book bag.
I walked to the kitchen to get a coffee and there it was. A note. From her. I picked up and saw her feminine handwriting which scribed a number. A phone number. Her phone number, and just below that it said call me. Oh, I would be calling. For sure.
Columbia University was a big campus. Everyone knew me as the Senator's son. The debate team captain, president of student affairs, and honor student. My father always made a huge impression on me and important grades were. But, most importantly he taught me that having a leadership position puts you in control of everything. That power was everything.
He was the one who pushed political science. Everything was politics. Sure, I went along with it. But, if it was my decision I would have done something different. Politics isn't my passion. I was always good at science. I could have been a scientist. If my last name wasn't Bracken.
Lost in deep thought, I was startled when I felt a cold hand on my arm. I turned around suddenly bumping into her. Alexis.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"No. You didn't. I wasn't paying attention. Hi. I saw your note. I was gonna try and be cool and wait a couple of days. But, I probably would have called you after class. I'm not at cool." I said rambling. Why was I like that around her?
"I just thought maybe. We could go get coffee. So, I could thank you for looking out for me last night." The wind blew her hair and the warm sun shined down on her porcelain skin making her look like an angel. "Jasper?"
"Uh…sorry. You don't have to thank me."
"I want to."
"Ok. Well, I have one class today so how about after?"
"Sounds great. What time?"
"It's a lecture so. In two hours,? I can meet you in the quad. We can go to that Starbucks down the street."
"See you in two hours." She agreed whipping her hair around, the smell of vanilla permeating the polluted, city air.
When she was out of sight, I made a punching motion in the air. My own personal victory dance. Little did I know she saw the whole thing.