My Senior Is An Alpha

The alarm went off at 7:00 AM, waking me from a deep sleep. Sunlight flooded my room, making it feel warm and bright. Today was a big day—my first day of college. I felt excited, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and happiness. It was a feeling many people had on their first day, but for me, it felt special. I jumped out of bed, eager to start. I stood in front of my wardrobe, looking for the right outfit. I wanted something cute but still decent. First impressions mattered, right? After some thought, I chose my outfit and got ready to leave. My heart was pounding with excitement as I stepped outside and hailed a cab to college. When I arrived, a cool breeze greeted me. For a moment, it felt like a scene from a movie, with the wind blowing through my hair. But then a strong gust of wind kicked up dust, ruining my hair and smudging my makeup. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, it started to rain. Great. Just what I needed. I stood there, unsure of what to do, until I noticed a guy walking toward the entrance with an umbrella. Without thinking, I ran over to him and slipped under the umbrella without asking. He stopped, surprised, and our eyes met. For a second, I was taken aback. Then I quickly said, "Please… can we keep walking?" I sounded more desperate than I meant to. He frowned but started walking again without saying anything. I noticed people staring at us, and I felt awkward. I didn’t know who he was yet, but soon I would find out. We reached the entrance of a classroom, and he stopped again. “Why are you stopping?” I asked, feeling frustrated. “This is my class,” he replied, pulling the umbrella away. “You need to give it back.” “Oh.” I hesitated, then asked, “Can you walk me to the administrative block? Just a little farther?” Without a word, he yanked the umbrella back and walked into his classroom, not even glancing back at me. Frustration bubbled inside me. I had no idea where the administrative block was, and I was running late. I wandered around the campus, finally realizing it was in the opposite direction. Panic set in. I found myself heading back to his classroom. I pushed the door open, ignoring the looks from his classmates, and walked up to him. He still didn’t look up. “Couldn’t you lend me your umbrella?” I asked, trying to sound calm. He frowned but handed it over. “Fine.” “Thanks,” I muttered, feeling both relieved and annoyed. “I’m Anshu, by the way—first-year,” I said, trying to be friendly. But he didn’t respond, acting like I didn’t exist. Rude. I didn’t like him at all. I finally made it to the administrative block, submitted my documents, and rushed to my first class. The lecture went smoothly, and I even made a friend named Emma. By the time break came around, I had almost forgotten about the umbrella drama. Almost. During break, I decided to return the umbrella. Emma came with me, and as we approached his class, a group of girls blocked my path, grabbing the umbrella from my hand. “Excuse me?” I asked, confused. “You can’t go near Rohan,” one girl said, her tone sharp. “Who’s Rohan?” I asked, getting frustrated. As I spoke, I saw Rohan looking at me from across the room, a smirk on his face. “Just leave,” one of the girls warned, stepping closer. “Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. “Come on, Emma. Let’s go.” As we turned to leave, I realized I hadn’t thanked him for the umbrella. Feeling bold, I spun around, marched back to him, and snatched the umbrella from the girls. I walked right up to his desk, slammed it down, and said, “Thank you, sir!” with as much sarcasm as I could muster. He didn’t say anything, just stared at me. I raised my eyebrows, annoyed, before turning around and heading back to class. Emma was laughing quietly beside me. As we sat down, she leaned in and whispered, “Anshu, do you know who he is?” “No idea,” I replied, still annoyed. “I borrowed his umbrella, and that whole drama was stupid.” Emma laughed. “There’s a reason for the drama.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “He’s our senior. And not just any senior—he’s the most popular guy in college.” My eyes widened in surprise. “That doesn’t excuse his rudeness!” “Well, he’s also a star football player,” she added, her eyes sparkling. “People say he might make the national team.” I shook my head, unimpressed. “That doesn’t mean he can treat people like that.” Emma shrugged, still giggling. “I know, but that’s just how he is.” The excitement of my first day had quickly turned into frustration. This wasn’t how I wanted it to start, but I wasn’t going to let it ruin my day. I needed to cheer myself up. “Let’s grab a snack after class,” I suggested. “I could use a little celebration.” She agreed, and after classes, we headed to the campus food court. We ordered way too much food and found a spot near the sports ground. The evening air felt nice, and we were just starting to eat when loud cheers erupted from the nearby field. Emma’s attention turned to the football practice match happening right there. “Turn around!” I joked. “We’re here to eat, not watch football.” We laughed and focused on our food, but I couldn’t help but notice someone nearby. Just then, a voice whispered in my ear. “Why don’t you face the field?” I turned, and there he was—Rohan, standing right next to me with a grin.