College is Where I Met The One (Book 1)

Chapter 2: Freshman

I walked into class on my first day on a college campus. This is all new stuff to me. I’m not really used to being at a place all by myself with everyone around me being strangers, but I guess I have to learn if I want to stay at this college. The only reason why I was happy to be here is because my best friend, Megan, was supposed to be going to the same college as me, or so we thought.

Megan didn’t get accepted into the college because of her low test scores. Instead, she got into Dallas College. I got in because of my test scores being off the school’s charts. People say I get my smartness from my mother which I knew wasn’t true. My mom stayed back 5 times and FLUNKED middle school. I don’t even know how that’s possible. My dad, on the other hand, got his bachelors, his PhD, his doctorate, his masters, and works as a pediatrician at Texas Children’s Hospital. My hometown is Houston, Texas, but I’m currently in Providence, Rhode Island for THE Brown University, one of the most prestigious colleges in the US.

I sat in the back of the class, but, if Megan was here, I would be sitting in the front row with her. I honestly didn’t expect anyone to sit next to me because of the fact that I’m one of the new kids. At least that’s what I thought.

All of a sudden, some random guy sat next to me.

“Hi,” he said in the softest voice I’ve ever heard.

“Hi,” I said. “What’s your name?”

“Blade Whitlock. What’s yours?”

“Nemy Cole,” I said. “Go ahead, make fun of me.”

“Make fun of you for what? You have a cool name.”

“You really think so,” I asked.

Most people from my middle and high school always teased me and called me Nemo from the movie, “Finding Nemo.”

“Of course I do,” he said. “Your name is as beautiful as you.”

I rolled my eyes and looked down. He then lifted my head up to look at him. Our faces were so close. He then let go and backed away, thinking I was uncomfortable when I wasn’t. Honestly, I was used to people doing that.

I have my mom’s looks: black glasses, curly, long, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and brown chocolate skin. If I had a choice between looking like my dad or my mom, I would’ve chosen to look like my dad like how my brother, Elijah, does…

5 minutes later, class starts. Our teacher, Mrs. Bastille, was giving a boring lecture about “the importance of eating healthy.” Nobody likes the health class with Mrs. Bastille. More like Mrs. BADSTYLE! Mrs. Bastille has no taste in style. She has worse taste in style than my grandma, and she makes her own clothes. I could already tell that this was gonna be a horrible year with Mrs. Bastille as our teacher.