Dark gray clouds were beginning to come together outside, warning of a storm brewing behind a curtain of fog. It's 8am, and I groan to myself for waking up too late, causing me to miss my daily dose of caffeine from the coffee shop around the corner from my dorm. The unpredictable weather and the lack of a smooth dark cup of joe in my hand is making paying attention to my professor blab on about the different cultures, harder than usual.

Not that I don't enjoy learning, I actually find different religions and cultures extremely fascinating. It just happens to be not as interesting when you have to learn about it from a monotone 65 year old man...with a tendency to forget what he was talking about mid-sentence.

Everything seemed to be a distraction to me today. The slight screech that came from the chalk when Mr. Castle lightly moved it over the chalk board, the constant smack of the gum from the girl sitting next to me, the vigorous clicking of the pen from the boy behind me, and the one dot of chalk my professor neglected to erase all seemed to drag my focus from learning.

Not to mention, the constant vibration in my pocket coming from my phone is driving me absolutely crazy. At this point, I already have zero idea what Mr. Castle is talking about so I go against my better judgment and sneakily pull my phone out to see who the source of one the many distractions is. The screen lights up immediately after I pull it out of my pocket, indicating I have yet another message. Not shockingly, all the messages end up being from my roommate texting me repeatedly about a party happening later tonight.

1:32 pm

Haven, guess who just invited ME to a party tonight

1:34 pm

Come on, guess

1:35 pm

r u dead

1:36 pm

I'm not gonna tell you until you guess!!!

1:37

*jeopardy music plays in background*

1:38

Okay fine I'll tell you, it was Ryland! I'm flipping a shit we HAVE to go please please.

I attempt to quietly laugh at the eagerness of my friend getting invited to a party by her long time crush, but I must have misjudged my volume because I earn glare and warning from Mr. Castle, claiming he would take away my phone if I pulled it out again.

I sincerely try to pay attention for a good 5 minutes, but my eyes subconsciously begin move around the room looking at the same disinterested faces I have been around since the beginning of the year. This is by far my most boring class. No one person in the class ever talks and none of us know each other, so it's just an hour long period of shitty teaching and one sided discussions.

I'm about to turn back to face the front of the room when my eye catches a boy sitting towards the back corner of the classroom who I don't recognize. This class is considerably small, so I find it hard to believe I have overlooked this kid; Especially since I am positive I would notice the one boy in the class who I would consider to be above-average looking.

Mystery boy has this perfectly sculpted facial structure and long brown hair that falls freely around his face. He doesn't seemed quite concerned about where each strand is placed, but it works for him. My eyes go to scan his face again but I end up making direct eye contact with him.

Shit

I can't really pull it off as "casually staring off and accidentally meeting his gaze" since I literally had to turn my body around to be able to face him, so I just keep looking at him and raise my eyebrow, keeping my stare. I'm not really sure what message this is supposed to be sending to the guy, but I'm not just going to look away now.

The boy scrunches his eyebrows and lifts his hand off the desk to give me the whole "what the fuck are you doing" gesture, which comes across loud and clear as I turn back around to face the front of the class, deciding to never turn around ever again.

That's why we don't attempt to have impromptu staring contests with people we have never talked to, Haven.

"That's it for today." Professor Castle uses his finger to push his glasses further up on his nose and sighs, probably knowing that no one in the class absorbed anything he just spent an hour teaching. "Maybe next class we won't have any distractions." He adds at the end, directing his gaze towards me.

I internally roll my eyes and send him an empty wave as I head out the of the classroom, trying not to linger my thoughts on the embarrassing staring incident with the mystery boy.

-

The clouds warning of a storm certainly rang true for when I step outside smalls drops of water begin falling from the sky, making a slight patter noise as they hit the pavement. I rustle through my purse and feel relieved as I find the small umbrella that I always have laying at the bottom of my bag, just in case. My friends always tease me for the umbrella since it's covered with pictures of cats, but if you can't handle a cat umbrella you certainly can't handle me.

I proudly push open the umbrella and place it over my head, prepared to take the rather long walk across the parking lot when a chuckle makes me pause. I look over to my right where the deep laugh came from and see the mystery boy from my Religion class leaning against the brick wall of the building. He's staying close to the building to avoid the now heavy rain, and is accompanied by a freshly lit cigarette sitting between his thumb and pointer finger.

He licks his lips and keeps them folded inwards like he's trying to hold back a smile that I assume being led on by my feline umbrella.

Whether he was laughing because he liked it or was making fun of me, I still feel my face heat up.

I hated how easy it is was for any boy to make me feel nervous, it could just be a simple exchange in "hellos" but I would still turn red as an apple.

But despite the embarrassment, I couldn't keep my eyes off this boy.

The hard chiseled features that made up his face drew me to him immediately. His jaw line was sharp, accompanied by slight stubble that unevenly traveled down his neck. The color of his eyes were a beautiful soft jade color that didn't exactly seem fitting, considering the hardness behind the eyes that held it. His lips were defined and slightly chapped as he inhaled from the cigarette between his fingers. I guess you could say he was handsome in a captivating way. You couldn't just look at him for a second and look away, you had to study him.

"That's gonna kill you one day." I speak up, referencing to the cigarette.

A slight smirk pulls at his lips as he flicks off the excess ash burning away at the cancer stick.

"That's the plan." He blandly responds.

"That's a pretty shitty plan, if you ask me." I fire back, lowering my umbrella to rest on my shoulder.

"That's the thing though, I didn't ask you." The boy takes one last drag before pressing the cigarette into the ash tray standing between us. "And maybe you should mind your own business."

"Maybe I should," I smile " but that doesn't mean I'm going to."

"Well, you don't really have a choice. Plus, why should I be taking life advice from a girl with a cat umbrella?" he quickly shoots while walking away, not giving me a chance to respond.

I need to stop saying the first thing that comes to my mind whenever I meet people, it's usually the wrong thing to say, and I don't even care that he smokes cigarettes so I have no clue where that came from.

Sighing, I try to move on from the 2nd awkward situation with the cute (but rude) boy as I make my way to my car.

I just wish I got his name.

-

"Haven, do you curl the lashes before before or after the mascara?" Seed asks, already putting on the mascara before I could tell her that she's supposed to curl her lases before applying mascara.

"Look Seed, I know you really want to impress Ryland, but he has already seen you at your bummiest so I don't think you really need to worry about anything." I try to comfort her, grabbing the mascara wand out of her hands saving her from looking like she has spider legs glued to her eyelids.

Her real name isn't really Seed, but that's what I call her since her real name is Poppy. I always loved nicknames they're so endearing to me. It just seems special to be called something different than everyone calls you.

Seed quickly grabs a small tube of eyeliner and pads across the small dorm room, going over to the full-body mirror we have hanging up inside of the closet. She carefully studies her face and body, poking and pulling certain parts almost like she's trying to form it into something different, and groaning when it doesn't work.

"Honey, you do realize you're not clay right?" I never understood her insecurities. Seed always looked beautiful no matter how she wore her hair or did her makeup. She actually usually looks better without makeup. Not that I'm being one of those "your natural beauty is always more beautiful than your caked up beauty!!" people or anything, she honestly just lacks any skill to do makeup what-so-ever.

I take a quick look at myself in the mirror then focus my attention back on Seed only to see her struggling to make her eyeliner wings the same size, eventually making them so big they ending up covering her entire eyelid.

"Do you want me to do it?" I suggest, trying my best not to insult her "makeup skills".

"Yes please." She sighs, already grabbing a makeup wipe to get off her failed attempt. " I wish I had your hair." She randomly adds, combing through my hair as I add eyeliner onto her eyes, making the wings even and thinner than before. "It's like the perfect shade of blonde."

Another insecurity I never understood about her. I was always jealous of her hair, it's thick and a brown color that is so dark it's almost black. Most people would have to pay to get their hair that color.

That's something I have noticed about girls. We're always comparing ourselves and wishing that we had something someone else had, but we never realize that the person you're looking at and dying to be, is doing that same to you.

I never thought I was ugly, but I always want to be prettier and thinner instead of just accepting the way I look.

I never liked my stomach, legs, or nose, but I love my eyes and lips, and I wish that other girls were able to appreciate certain qualities of themselves like I do.

Especially Seed. It's hard watching someone you think is so beautiful think they're not.

Seed begins fixing her hair and I try to focus on making myself look presentable. I'm not exactly in the mood to do anything special, but my hair is a little frizzy from the humidity so I run a straightener through it.

"Ready?" Seed asks, curling her last piece of hair.

I nod before grabbing my purse and umbrella, getting an eye roll from Seed.

"If you want your perfectly curled hair to get soaked by rain, be my guest." I respond to her questionable look.

"Haven, you know I love your kitty umbrella, I just don't really think that's the kind of pussy boys are gonna wanna see tonight." She sates with a huge grin on her face as she leaves the dorm room.
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this is trash im sRY

Beginning a book with the girl in class and a College party scene IK ik im so typical

But yeah this seems kinda cliche so far but I like cliche rude/ bad boy fics suE ME

Tell me what you think? I'm not hooked on it yet but i did try really hard to make this chapter the best I could make it so it is what it is

I thought the nickname Seed was RLY cute but I know some of U are probably gonna think it's weird so sry. she might switch off between calling her Poppy and Seed, so just don't get confused and think they're different people haha

Comment and vote pretty please!!