Rylie's P.O.V
After Chane rode off I turned around to face my university. It wasn't the best there but it wasn't the worst either. I think the reason why I say this is because I am biased and I don't allow myself to have as much fun as the others are having while attending this institution.
First of all, I rarely have anyone to talk to at this place. I do exchange words with other students, but I've never been interested in actually stopping and engaging in a conversation with them. I don't know if it was because of my lack of trust in people, or the fear I have to actually put myself out there. Or maybe I'm just dull and plain.
While the others at school liked to party and go out and have a drink and a good time, I rather be at home, wrapped up in the sheets, eating some chips and having a soda and either doing my coursework or watching the latest netflix series.
From what I just stated now, you can see that I'm not very social or other people would like to say anti-social, but it's just the way I am. I have the company of Chane and I don't think i need a lot of friends, because what's the point really. You make them today, they betray you tomorrow for many different reasons or they envy you for foolishness, or they will just simply come into your life to make memories and then disappear.
You may think I'm looking at the down side of things, but I also look on the upside and there are pros and cons of having friends. Maybe I will have friends, maybe I won't. But it will all be dependent on the people in this place. Personally, I think I haven't found my group of people yet because everyone here is definitely not my cup of tea.
Not saying I'm better than anyone, just to state that most of them act too mighty and the other ones act like they don't give a damn about what's going on in their school life. As I said, Chane's a good friend, one that I can always depend on.
'Friend.. Are we friends though, because friends don't do what we do'. I shook off the thought because if he had wanted to be more than friends, then we would have had this conversation and come to a conclusion.
Maybe, he's battling his feelings just like I am. I'm a very shy person, so when someone tries to get me out, I tend to take a longer time to groom because I'm quite used to being alone. But then again, I feel I'm the type of person who likes strings attached, because even though I don't have much experience with boys. I still dream of a bright future with the love of my life, a house, a car and a stable job so that I would be able to maintain my children.
I began thinking about the whole friends with benefits situation, because that's what it seems like we are and it would be hard for me to be stuck in that position because I feel as if I started to catch feelings for Chane and even though I don't say anything much, I am still human and these things will come to me and I do think about them, and then he asked me to be his assistant, so that means we would have to be keeping it more formal than ever.
Walking and thinking made me feel like I would never make it to class, it's like the more I think, the slower I walk, and I never realized until I noticed I was just at the bottom of the stairs to make my way to the classroom. I whipped out my phone and looked at the time. It was five minutes to class time and I hadn't climbed the stairs nor fetched my books. 'I can't be late for class again, I'll serve a penalty'.
I rushed up the stairs and bent the corner to get to my locker so I could get my books. Upon turning the corner I came into contact with a hard wall, and stumbled to the floor. 'Ahh, how did I not see that wall?'I mumbled to myself, looking down and holding my head.
"Are you okay?" came a voice from above.
"God?" I asked looking up, only to see a dark African-American, knelt down looking at me worriedly. He let out a loud chortle when he heard my response. I swear to the heavens above, if it wasn't for my dark skin, he would see my face looking like a big ripe tomato. That was so embarrassing, my gosh.
"Ha, ha, ha", I said, trying to gather my stuff and get up. "You don't have to take it so seriously curly, I was just laughing at your silly little joke", the guy said again.
To tell the truth, he wasn't bad looking at all, he was tall, but not as tall as Chane. From how his shirt fitted on his body, you could see that he was ripped, he looked like he worked out alot, His arms weren't all that visible because he was wearing a pull over. His hair was cut low in style and he had waves and a piercing in one ear that really carried off his face.
Looking over to his face, his lips were small and cherry red, his nose was straight and pointed and his jawline was well defined. His eyes were a beautiful golden brown and they had a twinkle in them signifying mischief.
"Are you gonna respond, or are you gonna look at me all day, I know, I'm hot but, chill Curly", he said again smirking. I fanned him off and said, "Firstly, I have a name, and I'm late for class so if you could please excuse me", and with that I side tracked him and walked away.
"For a pretty face, lil thing, you're feisty as hell", he called after me. I didn't bother to stop and argue with him because I was already late for class.
I made my way to my locker quickly and placed my bag inside and took up my textbooks and my pencil case and made my way to the classrooms.
Upon entering the class, everyone stopped and all eyes were cast on me, the lecturer stopped and looked at me and said, "Late as usual Ms. Union, what's your excuse this time?"
"I had an encounter in the hall sir", I replied trying to be as polite as possible, because this man really rocked my nerves more than he thinks.
"Some excuse", he snickered, I raised my eyebrows at him and he shook his head and told me to have a seat. Walking over to the side of the class I quickly took my seat and skipped to the topic that they were currently discussing.
After a few seconds of settling into class the door opened again, there stood the same guy I bumped into in the hallway.
"Ahhh, Mr. Lenn, you have finally found your way", said the lecturer getting up to gesture at him to come into the room and close the door.
"Class, we have a new student today, he will be pursuing a cooking and business course, please make him feel welcomed", the lecturer proceeded to say.
I could've sworn I've started seeing these girls swoon at him, I mean yeah he's hot, but he ain't all that.
"Please introduce yourself to the class", he said.
The guy came to the center of the class and said, "Hello everyone, I am Sebastian Lenn, and I am foregin exchange student, which is why my accent is a little different from yours, I am 23 years of age, and I look forward to working with you all".
The lecturer nodded his head in satisfaction and said, "You can take a seat beside Rylie Union", he said pointing at me. His eyes followed where the lecturer was pointing and his eyes landed upon me, he gave a mischievous smile and walked over to the seat beside me.
He sat down and looked across at me and said, "Looks like we're roomies, Curly". I rolled my eyes and looked at him, 'Where did he even get that name?' I asked myself in confusion, 'Wonder if it's because of my hair, but still that doesn't give him the right to give me an alias'.
I shook my head, "I have a name, and I would ask you to kindly use my name or don't refer to me at all", I snapped at him. He looked a bit taken aback at first but he instantly covered it up with a smile. "Feisty, I like it, I think we are gonna get along just fine roomie", he said in a little sing-song voice.
Well this is going to be a bumpy year because he just got here and he's annoying the hell out of me, but it's just for 4 hours, no biggie. I can manage.
I spun around in my seat, turning my back to him, but not before giving him the stink eye, warning him to back off. He held up his hands in surrender and leaned back into his seat.
"Alright class, let's settle down, we are going to continue our lesson", said the lecturer and with that he started the lesson.