SAM

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Transferring as a junior to a new college was probably by far the scariest thing I had done in my non-eventful life. It wasn't hard saying good-bye to my last scholar as it literally did not teach up to standards. I was a thriving student, striving for success in my field.

I opted for a small apartment off campus run by the university which is surprisingly affordable. With no help moving in, I found myself extremely exhausted and hungry. I venture out into the neighborhood finding a small diner at the end of the block. Being a mom and pop restaurant, you sat yourself leaving me slightly uncomfortable.

"What can I get for ya, Hun?" A older woman appears.
"Um, can I start out with a water please?"
"Sure thing dear. Today's special is broccoli and cheddar soup or chicken Marsala."
I smile at her before looking at the limited menu. I chose a simple dish and receive it in record time. A meal alone maybe one of the most depressing things as I pay my bill, leave a tip, and get up to go. Summer is still extremely prominent as a warm breeze whisks through my hair. Nerves hit me like a wall as I remind myself I have an early morning. Though I was starting my first semester tomorrow, most the rest of the campus was onto their second, giving them full advantage. The last thing I wanted was to look completely moronic in front of people I want to accept me. I sigh deeply as I head into my apartment missioned to get ready for bed. 20 minutes later and I'm snug under the covers drifting off with a worrisome head.

I awake harshly to a screaming alarm as I slap my phone to silence it. Hygiene, breakfast, make-up, clothes; and I'm out the door for my first day of classes. Parking is easy and my first two classes even more so. I have a small break before my History class as I take in a bottle of water.

"Want to know a trick?" An accented voice speaks, catching me off guard. Water cuts off my air way, causing me to choke. I pat my chest a few times before excusing myself. I turn around to see a tall, somewhat lanky boy standing before me. He has the most breath taking emerald eyes and his smile is prestige. His hair is brushed back away from his face faltering into lazy curls. Tattoos cover his arms and peer out from his chest beneath his white t-shirt. "Well?" He speaks again.
"Uhhh, sure." I shrug.
"If you smack the machine on the side here and hold in the button you choose. You get two for the price as one." He explains as another water fills in dispense. "Yeah?" He smiles in amusement.
"Great!" I roll my eyes. "Stealing from the university."
"Nope, just a bargain. They take enough of my money."
I give him a wide-eyed smirk before nodding my head.
"Harry." He introduces.
"Sam." I politely reply. "It was nice meeting you but I have to go."
"Yeah, me too. See ya around."

I awkwardly break away from our encounter heading in the wrong direction of my next class. I manage to make it with about 30 seconds to spare, stealing a back seat. I quickly whip out a notebook interrupted by a familiar laugh.
"Great, tattoo boy." I sigh, slinking down in my chair. I begin to gather annoyed at how well liked he is yet I continue to watch his every move. He laughs at another boy as they look about something on their phones. The professor brings me back to reality, calling attention to class. He begins on what the class will pertain of for the next couple of weeks and I literally fall in love. World War II cultures. The next hour flies by as Professor Watson, I've come to know, ends the class with a little breakdown.

"Also, Samantha Smith. If you are present, please see me."

I try to act natural as about 40 pairs of eyes look in my general direction. I decide to let the class disperse before walking down to meet the professor.

"Professor Watson, you wanted to see me?" I speak.
"Ahh yes! Samantha, just wanted to make sure you will all settled. Are you in need of anything?"
"No sir. I think I am good." I smile. "I know I'm going to love this class."
"Great." He smiles. "Well! You are demised then! See you tomorrow, Samantha."
I cringe. No one ever calls me Samantha. "Uh Prof. Watson, please call me Sam."
"Oh! My apologies Sam." He smiles gently before turning back to a large stack of papers. I smile feeling confident about this class.

I head out into the maze of conversing students. One more class to go and I'm surprised at how well my first day has actually gone. I find the next class with ease, and find myself one of the first few students in the room. I get a notebook out unaware of the girl who has slipped into the desk next to me.

"Hi. I'm Blair." She smiles.
"Sam." I smile back.
"Are you the transfer?" I nod.
She smiles again. "Fair warning, Mrs. Coates is a drag. English Lit should be way more thrilling than she makes it. Did you check in?" She speeds.
"Uh, no."
"No big deal." Blair peps. "Mrs. Coates! Here is the transfer, she is here! I'll catch her up." "Thank you Blair." The older woman speaks quietly. "Welcome to English Lit...-"
"Sam." I answer.
Mrs. Coates nods before looking back down at her black planner. I look over to Blair who is carefully scanning over her notes. Her poker straight black hair is cut into a reverse bob just above her shoulders. Her natural beauty is complimented by her chocolate brown eyes and tanned complexion.

"Here, these are some notes you may want to look over to get you caught up. We are reading "The Great Gatsby!" She ends dramatically.
I laugh before thanking her as a tall figure in the doorway catches my eye. "Whoa. Who is that?" I gawk.
"That's Nolan Smead. Everyone calls him Smee, you know from the Hook and Pan movies." "Yeah." I daze.

He sits down ahead of us, switching his hat around backwards. A perfect amount of facial hair paints his face as a few strands of hair stick out the front of his snap back. His chiseled arms fight furiously with his shirt as he wears the normal frat boy outfit.

"He plays lacrosse and baseball. Nice guy but yeah, you can sorta guess what he's into." Blair continues.
"Yeah." I huff. "Not a plain Jane from Pittsburgh."

Mrs. Coates starts the class rudely interrupting my daydreaming. Class snails along as I find myself daydreaming again. Not about Nolan, but about the Gatsby and how wonderful of a time that would have been to live. Class ends, and I'm quick to gather up my things.

"So where ya staying?" Blair asks standing at the front of my desk.
"Squires Oak Manor. The apartment complex."
"Wow, nice!" She says wiggling her eyebrows. "Well, here's my number! You seem like a cool chick. We can totally hang sometime."
"That would be great." I smile, standing up to meet her. "Thanks for all your help."
"No problem." She says as we exiting the room. "Well, I'm off. See ya Sam!"
"Bye Blair!" I smile to myself as I make my way out of the busy hallways.

The parking lot is much fuller now as I throw my books into the back seat of my car. I see my reflection in the window and poke at my stomach.
"Please, there better be a gym around here." I groan.
I've always been harsh on my appearance, it's a bad habit of mine. I took up running 2 years ago and benefitted from it supremely. I was moderately fit but not in a model sense of the way. Who wants to be a boned beanstalk anyway? I arrive back at my apartment generally happy with my first day has gone. I settle down for the rest of the night with some leftovers from the diner and an old movie on cable.

The rest of the week goes on without a hitch with Blair becoming my go to girl.
"So, we are going out tonight!" She announces as we sit down for Lit class.
"Where are we going?"
"A party." She says sheepishly.
"Blair." I warn. "Oh come on! Live a little. Nolan will be there!" She teases.
"Fine, fine. I will go but there better be alcohol."
"Duh!" She rolls her eyes. We laugh off my lame joke together as we dive into our work of our last class. 50 minutes later and my hand ease from it's severe cramp.

"Okay, I'll be by your complex by 7. You have 10 minutes to come down from your apartment or I'm gone." She pokes. "See you later!" Blair waves.
"Count on it!"

I rush back to the apartment and immediately search furiously through my closet. After what seems like an endless cycle, I opt for a white lace romper I've never worn and top it with a light pastel floral print kimono. I look at myself in the mirror and cringe a little at how short the romper is.
"Oh, live a little Sam!" I say to myself as I rush into the bathroom to do my hair and make up. Loose curls and highlighter later, I slip into a pair of pink strappy heels before checking myself over in the mirror one last time. The white lace material really makes my summer time tan pop as I am semi-pleased with my appearance. A furious car horn disrupts my gazing as I grab my clutch and head out the door. I exit the complex and immediately spot Blair in a red mini coop.
"Cute car." I smile, getting in.
"Thanks. A gift from my grandparents." She peps. "And look at you lady legs, nice." She pokes.
"Is it too short?" I worry.
"No! Stop worrying Sam. You look hot."
I thank her, flattening out the crimped kimono. Blair pulls off a pair of high waisted shorts, accompanied with a criss-crossed white crop top. Her feet are currently bare but I can see a pair of seasonal wedges next to the door.

"Let's just go have fun, ok?" She smiles.
I nod, watching the street turn into a parking lot filled with college kids.

Notes

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