It Has Always Been You

Chapter – 2

Chapter – 2

“Careful angel, I don’t want to be a sinner, hurting your precious body.” I heard a voice husky enough to send my chills down my spine, a voice never heard before. When I was busy with the sensation of a cold floor hitting my warm, pumped-up body, his voice felt like the perfect cure. I looked up to the voice and saw a boy giving me a hand to pull me back on my feet, like literally. That was when I had the chance to adore his pretty-as angel features. He was quite handsome, not the prettiest face I have seen ever, to be honest, and I can bet, still much taller than me. I am 175 cm tall and not to forget, I am three inches taller than my shoes, which adds up to make my total of 6 feet tall right. Well, I was stunned by the sheer perfection standing in front of me and I can't even tell how much longer I stared at his handsome features, his defined jawline, and even more defined and toned body which his t-shirt was doing a full display of. How can one not notice that? ‘I am falling’.

Well, I took his hand, not to be embarrassed anymore, and stood right back up on my heels. Although he was quite attractive even to my taste, I was still getting late for my class. So instead of thanking him, I opted to pick my books up and just ran. I know it's rude, but this is one of the many perks of being pretty. You can be rude, but guys would still come after you, my sister says that. It was new for me, but at least I knew this much. Well, whatever. No one can stop me now from taking back my life. I've missed enough. Not when I have struggled so much for it.

I finally found my class. The lecture hall of humongous but since it was the first class, it was hard to spot any vacant seats. I roamed my eyes all over the lecture hall, looking for a nice place, even an empty seat. But oops, my clumsy self, it started acting up again, and I bumped into a table nearest to me but farthest to my stupid vision, making a shrieking voice that echoed the entire room grabbing attention not just from my peers but even from the professor. I apologized to them all for being so careless and took whatever place I spotted nearest and settled on it. As the class started, I got more and more indulged in it. It is something that interests me. Not caring what is happening around me until the teacher left and I looked around at people looking at me as if I was some alien incarnated on earth. All those gazes pointing at me confused me. I thought it could be because I acted stupidly. Their stares made me uncomfortable, even scary. I can't help but go back to my old life. How people used to stare at me, my body as if I was an item at the display. An item they can harm with their actions and words. I once again felt that lonely girl in my classroom no one looked at. Suddenly a stranger's voice grabbed my attention by both startling me and calming me from everybody’s alien gaze.  

“hey, I am Mia.” A beautiful girl said sitting next to me looking all excited and bubbly. She looked less on the sexy side and more on the cute side. The most attractive kind for me. She had a slightly squared jawline, similar to mine, with soft lips and cute dimples with wavy hair falling on her face, her skin was tanned and she was wearing a no make-up, make-up look totally complementing her light freckles spread over her nose and cheeks. Is this a place where I can find the prettier of the prettiest? First that boy, now her. It’s like all I can see is the surrounding beauty. It was the first time today that someone approached me so out of the blue. But despite it, I introduced myself to her, “Hi, I am Elena Stephen, nice to meet you.” I said, trying to be calm, looking into her brown eyes. Her beauty was making me wonder, will I be even a percent of the girls who will be pretty in this college? Even if I am not in the pretty ones, but I don’t want to be among the ones who get bullied for their looks, I can’t bear it anymore. I am not that strong.

“This is your first class, right? I haven’t seen you around. I would’ve known if I had.” She said, all friendly and smiling like we were almost friends. She is the type to make even the quietest talk with her cheery aura.

“Oh, yes I am a freshman? It is my first class. This course started early, then others, so it is literally my first day.” I said, hesitantly. 

“Really, what is your major?” she asked with the same enthusiasm.

“chemical engineering,” I spoke.

“Really, then you'll be my junior, I am a sophomore in the same major.” Suddenly I felt more nervous talking with her, although just an hour ago I was up to all the challenges I have to face in my college life. I have heard about some stories of this college, how seniors torment freshmen and make them do nasty things and tasks. I went suddenly and maybe she noticed it too.

“Hey, don’t worry, I am not a bully. Do I look like one?” She again exclaimed; maybe she got an idea of my sudden nervousness.

“Well, just for your knowledge, I would tell you that today we seniors have organized an orientation for all the freshmen at 2 pm in the chemistry department. So, attend it. You will get familiar will your peers and your seniors there. You'll have a great time there, I promise. We all are cool and not bullies, so don’t be terrified you'll like it once you are there.” She said, and I had to agree. I was even looking forward to it after she left. She seemed friendly and sweet. I somehow feel excited about seeing a particular person, which I will bump in this orientation.