Another guy

New beginnings

The air was warm and full of excitement while we drove in my mother's car. We were on our way to my new life. A new beginning with no mistakes, no more drama and no more relationships.

I was finally going to college, it was a fancy one and, judging by our car, we could not afford it. But as my mother always told me, I was smart and thoughtful. This is what got me into this college with a scholarship.

After an hour of driving, we finally arrived at our destination. My mother parked the car, and we started to unload the var, although there was not much to unload, only a duffel bag with my clothes. Then we made our way to a booth where the sign read:

“Welcome Freshmans”

On the other side of the booth stood a beautiful tall blonde, smiling at me and my mother. With a thick southern accent she asked:

“Which one of you ladies is going to go to our fine school?”

I could hear in her voice that she had one of those old accents like in the movies, where they dropped the “R” sound after vowels and also a hint of sarcasm.

My mother either did not detect the sarcasm or did not mind it while she answered with delight and smiled:

“That would be her, my daughter.”

The blonde looked me up and down, as if I was a day-old cub barging in on her territory. I could feel that she was trying to figure me out, deciding if i was a friend or foe. I could not blame her, because I was doing the same thing.

After a moment of silence and staring, she asked, as if she was speaking to a child:

“And what is your name, Hun?”

I could feel my blood starting to boil, and my only thoughts were how good it would feel to punch her pretty little face, just to shut her up. But I counted to ten, stood tall and said:

“My name is Cynthia Rose Robertson.”

Within seconds my mother added:

“But her friends call her Rose.”

I was surprised that my mother wanted me to be friends with this bimbo. But it looked like the bimbo did not pay any attention to what she had just said. All she said was:

“You can call me Helen, I am going to be your contact person. If you need anything, you have to come to me.”

While she was saying this, her eyes were fixated on my mother, not me, and I understood that she wanted me to stay the hell away from her.

She continued:

“Here is your room number, your key and the name of your roommate, which is already in your dorm room. Have a nice first day.”

I put on my best smile and said:

“Thank you.”

While I pushed my mother away from this girl. We walked over to the building and went searching for my dorm room.

The building was huge, bigger on the inside than on the outside. It was a beautiful classical building. With paintings on the wall, I assume they were paintings of people who had donated to the school, or maybe they founded it.

Something caught my eye. In the very corner of the inside of the building I saw a muscular-built guy. His hair was the color of the dark night and his eyes were piercing me. I couldn’t quit read him, with his stone-cold look. I felt like a little lamb, looking at my predator. As if I was his next pray. I did not really know what to do with his stare, so I looked down. Was he looking at me because he was lusting me or was it something else entirely?

I tried to shrug off the feeling and started to walk up the stairs. But I could not get rid of the feeling of attraction and how I slowly started to drip into my panties.