Chapter-1
1338 Words
SARA's P.O.V
"SARAAA!!! WAKE UP!! Do you really want to be late on the first day of College?" Mom screamed from downstairs. I could hear the clattering of utensils from the kitchen, and I thought I could smell the heaven as the aroma of pancakes hit my nostrils.
"Mom! I don’t even want to go to college." I yelled at the top of my lungs and shoved the blanket over my head.
"What? You don't want pancakes? “ Her voice accompanied with the sound of flipping pancakes.
"That's blackmail mom. That’s illegal. You make me so proud." I said and hoped the bed would swallow me just after somebody shoves some of those cakes in my mouth. "Can I also have ice-cream with that?" I asked her, hoping that she'll say yes.
"Only if you get here in next 10 minutes."
FIRST DAY of COLLEGE!! Arrghh! I hate it. I hate how people stare at me as if I'm a escaped zoo animal or probably the most interesting piece of mass on earth. Thinking about how I’ m going to spend my precious year here give me chills. How am I going to ignore the judging stares I get when I walk down the hallway? After all, those stares aren't new to me, it happens everywhere, the only difference being the new place and new bitches who apparently have nothing better to do in their life.
With the positive outlook of the day I jumped off my bed and headed to the bathroom to take a good 5 minute shower, get dressed and have some calcium for the day and yes, I am talking about chocolate milk. It takes a while for me to dress up, mainly because I have to make sure that the clothes I wear won't show off all the extra fat that plops out of my body. I decide against wearing make-up, it's not my cup of tea mostly because I don't have that amount of patience or talent. I don't even bother looking into the mirror because I know I will regret looking at myself anyway.
After getting ready, I rushed downstairs, grabbed my breakfast and started making my way towards college.
It's going to be an exciting day! (That's sarcasm.) It's not.
As soon as I enter the building I hear a group of girls throwing me a look and then starts to giggle and comment on the way I look. I keep making eye contact with each one of them.
IDIOTS!! Maybe I'm fat, but they should be probably using their judgmental eyes to look at themselves before making fun of me. They’re so skinny that it seems like they suffer from malnutrition. What gives them the right to judge that way i am? Kids.
I make my way towards canteen (not that I am hungry, well maybe a bit....) to wait for my oldest and best friend Hannah. As soon as I step into the canteen, my eyes land on a group of guys, where a guy with eyes as blue as the ocean, a smile that could light up the world, was sitting. I saw him looking away from his friends to take a quick glimpse of the cafeteria, when suddenly his eyes landed on mine. I expected him to make a side remark, maybe give out a lil' laugh about the way I look, or how my arms were probably bigger than his well defined thighs, but instead, the strangest thing happened and without any laugh or any eye roll, he just kept looking at me and I could see a smirk forming.
"Wow! Is he an eye candy!” I thought. But he must be thinking how in the world anyone could be as fat as me. He's probably not yet making fun of me because he's thinking of new words to make fun of me with. It wasn't only him, that's what everyone had done till now.
I ignored him because what’s the point anyway and made my way to sit on an empty seat at the corner of the room. I never liked attention. And I love to sit in corners and watch the world. I tried to catch a secret glimpse of him because something in me can’t resist candies, but instead caught him looking at me.
Oh my god! He is still looking at me. What is staring at me for? Is there something on my face? Is a chocolate chip stuck in my teeth? Are my hair parted in a strange way? OH GOD! Did a bird poop on me? Or Is he still thinking of ways to make fun of me because If he is, I would slap the freaking bananas out of him.
A sudden pat on my shoulder pulled me out of my thoughts train, and I turned around to see Hannah. Seeing Hannah always calms me down because she just radiated beauty. Just like a still serene lake but with female body parts. I stood up and gave her a tight hug, she sat down and start talking about so much traffic in the morning which made her late. It's always traffic and never her perfectly blended make-up which I know took her hours. My thoughts made their way to the blue eye guy with eyes fixated on my coffee but a sudden poke on my arm brought me back to reality.
"Sara! Look at that guy over there! He's soooooo hot!! He should be kept in a cage or something." Hannah said, pointing at some guy.
I looked at the direction of her long skinny finger and saw the same blue-eyed guy that was looking at me. WHAT THE HELL! Is he still looking? Does he have a lazy eye thing or what?
But then he stopped and looked at my side, at Hannah and scribbled something on his diary. Hannah is basically perfect. She is tall, thin and beautiful with her amazing eyes, her fun personality she was always a catch. She is the entire package, with the exception of one flaw; she falls in love too fast. Her routine is simple. She'd fall head over heels over a guy and eat my head entire day and then weeks, and then would end up forgetting about him the very next week.
Everyone in the cafeteria slowly started making their way to their classes. Hannah and I grab some protein bars and coke and headed to ours.
The minute I stepped in the class, I saw people staring at both me and Hannah, obviously with different perspectives and different agenda. Guys probably wanted to make fun of me and sleep with. And girls? Well they are just a little complicated.
"How did she manage to be friends with someone so hot?"
Because no matter how hot I am, I never let it get to my head. And I guess Hannah's okay. So I thought I’d give her a chance.
I decided on ignoring all these worthless yet hurtful comments, while cursing them mentally and probably spiritually.
I took a seat on corner on the last row but Hannah decided to sit in the front as usual. She liked the attention and I hated every minute of it. A guy came and sat next to me.
WHYYY? THERE ARE SO MANY EMPTY CHAIRS UP FRONT.
I kept humming "hello" by Adele and started doodling until he muttered a simple "hello" to me and extended his hand for a shake.
I looked at him, soft features, brown hair, good looks and a genuine smile. He had a very good aura about him so I smiled back and shook hand with him.
"I am Oliver. Pleased to meet you." He said and pulled out a sketchbook out of his bag and offered me to look.
I like him.
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