1 Day One

My eyes fell unto the darken brunette beauty who was sitting on a worn brown couch across from me. A circle of college students were gathered around our three couches; hers, mine and the abandoned third. Her hazel eyes trailed off into space, glazing over towards the kitchen while lost within her own thoughts.

"Hey" a voice came fading into my ear and subtly grew louder, "Hello?" A heavy hand fell unto my shoulder blade. I turned my attention to see a board shoulder guy named Kyle.

"You're drunk, aren't you?" he questioned me while rising one of his curved eyebrows.

I smiled sheepishly, "No," I stressed then added," Just a little," with a giggle.

Kyle's facial features relaxed before a wide grin overtook his mouth. He chuckled, his head barely shaking in a side to side motion. He knew that those beers had finally overtook me.

"Well it's your turn," he informed me. My eyes scanned the room full of participants in the game we had currently been occupying ourselves with. Everyone had shifted their attention unto me than their pervious conversations at Kyle's announcement.

I stole a glance at Kyle, "Who?"

"Isabel."

I felt a jolt inside of hesitation consume me, barely lifting my butt up form the soft leather beneath me, upon hearing her name. Why did I have to be the one? What was she going to pick? What should I do? Wait...what could I do? Isabel caught unto my lingering eyes. An uneasiness crept unto me and I began to wonder if she could feel it vibe off of me.

Regardless, her soft smile developed into a cocky grin, "Come on Scar, dare me."

At the sound of her voice, a twisted dare raced through my thoughts. A dare that may have been overused yet so tempting with the way her soft nude lips caught unto my eyes. I knew I'd regret it. But despite the outcome, the liqueur had me becoming too confident in my plan. Well, it was either liquid courage or stupidity.

"I dare you to kiss me," I spoke in a straight, teasing tone.

Two Months Earlier

I hadn't known my life was in for a reality check that spring semester. They say college can be a time for self discovery. I never put much stock in those words. After all, a new side of myself? Something I never knew about me? Well that was just one thing I would never thought possible.

With my cheek in the palm of my hand, I resituated my elbow to be supported by the car's window seal. I gazed silently as the trees that swarmed by began became less blurry to me. "Scarlet," I peered my attention over to the driver's seat as my eyes came across the voice who had called me. It was a girl. Her skin was a soft pale color that complimented her dyed pixie-like hair cut. She had very fine locks of brown hair, which had subtle lighten tone highlights that could pass for blonde.

Her hair contrasted smoothly against her musky green, faded out tank top and pale blue shorts. The shorts had a cute style to them as the ends were slightly torn into fine strands. The few strands of hair rebelliously drew from the rest, sticking closely to her oval structured face.

She sighed deeply.

"Come on, why aren't you pumped?" she frowned, "It's college!"

She glanced a smile towards my direction, trying her best to be enthusiastic. This women's name was Amora, my best friend. And, at times, I called her Mora for short.

Waiting for her to steal a glance my direction, a excessive smile overtook my lips. The smile vanished as she took notice of it. A long yawn overtook my mouth as I shuffled my attention to the trees once more. My mood had been a bitter one due to one asshole of a guy.

Amora's head shook in sympathy.

"Fine, don't tell me why," her smile surfaced lightly, "Just know I'm here for you when you're ready." A genuine smile rushed to my lips at hearing Amora's response. With me, she had a way of sending in a little sunlight into my day in the smallest statements. We were polar opposites, her and I. Yet maybe that had been why we were such great friends.

Amora was often very goofy and not aware of the people around her, which I loved her for. I, on the other hand, would notice the lady at Fat Burger giving me the side eye for taking too long to order. Then I would debate with Amora, for those following five minutes, whether the lady was right to be upset or should mind her own business. I'll take an extra 20 minutes discussing if I want The Huge Wooper or the chicken nuggets if I feel like it!

Well maybe she did have a right to be angry. And I should've gone with the salad too. But whenever I saw Amora's face and had a bit of her goofy attitude into my life, it seemed to bring out my lighter side.

The engine came to an abrupt halt. I readjusted my attention to my surrounds. The campus was bustling with groupings and single students walking along the white concert pathway. Tugging the door to an opening, my feet were a foot away from reaching those concrete pathways. Amora had scored us a parking spot at the front row of the parking structure despite the bustling campus.

A realization came over me. The two of us finally had completed our pact of attending college together. It was our first steps into our studies and a new chapter into each of ours lives. And that thought frightened me a little bit inside.

Amora smirked as once she noticed my reaction to the pavement in front of me. Which she, of course, took for excitement rather than hesitation.

"Now are you excited?" she exclaimed almost too loud for my liking; a few eyes wondered our way for a moment.

A laugh escaped my throat despite myself. Excitement? Sorry I was busy having the opposite reaction. Though in a victory for Amora, my mood settled as a smile overtook my facial features. Okay, she wins.

"Yes, I'm a little excited now," I grinned towards her.

Amora fist pumped to herself goofy-like. My arms crossed against my chest as a chuckle escaped my lips. My head shook from one direction to another whilst observing her. She took her victory with great pride as we headed unto the campus walk ways.

I bumped her lightly as we walked. "I said just a little, OK? That doesn't mean you get your victory pump."

She smirked towards me. "Girl," she paused, " I always get my victory pump."

We both laughed automatically at her comment.

Our conversation continued as we found ourselves lingering nearby the taller structures on the campus. Reviewing our schedules, we chatted about times and the buildings, we would recognize, to regroup after our lectures.

In the midst of Amora continuing on about her biology major, my eyes lingered unto a women leaning in the shade of the towering library building. My eyes traced her charcoal locks of hair that seamlessly drifted two inches past her slim shoulders. Those shoulders held a proper poster backwards, bring attention to her slimly tone body structure. Her lighten hazel eyes were radiant with the contrast of her hair color and smooth yet rosy-pale skin tone.

She styled herself with a backpack which slung itself over one of her shoulders. Her hand, which was opposite to her shoulder, neatly held a single mathematic symbolled textbook. The outfit she wore displayed her taste with a denim styled shift opening up to a black tank top underneath. The black tank top held a bold white rocker hand print on the front chest. And each side of the denim shirt's long sleeves were cuffed upwards to reach above her wrist. Her jeans were a black faded denim of some type.

But what I really noticed about her were her eyes. They were such a beautiful light hazel color that popped out with her straight black hair...even under the shade she stood within. Her eyes almost made me jealous. Black hair with green eyes? That's rare right?

Then I noticed she was conversing with a guy who stood directly to the side of her. He wore a serious expression on his oval face. He had thin, defining eyebrows that were low against his eyes. His eyes laid at a downcast to view her as she laid within his shadow. His back found the wall, leaning against it as if he owned it.

Is it weird I can't take my eyes off of them...mostly her?

A sudden flash of skin distorted my vision, leaving my train of thought at a blank road. I blinked harshly as Amora's whole body overtook my ability to see the pair any longer.

"Are you even listening to me??" Amora's voice exclaimed abruptly.

I no longer had any words to speak with as her eyebrows furrowed. She was really frustrated …but I guess who wouldn't be when your best friend wasn't even listening to you for the longest time.

"Um... I-" I stumped whilst trying to find out how to explain to her the situation, or even a simple apology.

Her arms came at a cross against her chest as her throat released an irritated sigh. Her eyes wander to the library's entrance near to where the pair still lingered.

"It doesn't matter," she muttered, "It definitely wasn't important or anything..." her glance carefully sought me out to see if I had faded out on her once again.

I smiled apologetically. "Of course it was important," I reassured her.

A grin overtook her lips as her arms released themselves. She seemed to instantly forgive me now that she had regained my attention.

"Anyways," she began, "the only reason why I actually care... is because you are going to be late. Your class started like five minutes ago."

My mouth hung at a part as shock encircled my brain. "What?! Why didn't you--" I paused realizing...well that she did, " I mean... oh."

She chuckled, "You are such an idiot! Now go, before you are even more late? I'll caught up with you where we said!" she began running off toward the exterior buildings while waving her hand. She took a pause, regaining her attention unto me. Her hands found her mouth in a cuff around her lips. "Hopefully you were listening!" she added in a short shout.

My eyes grew wide.

"Fucking--! You're my ride home!" I hollered back to her, yet I had noticed that she was now out of range to hear me. She fully knew that she was my ride home as well. I'm so happy for who-ever-the-heck made cell phones. I sighed to myself. I needed to spam her later. Luckily for me, I knew her teasing was only just that. Amora would never go as far as leaving me.

But that would have to wait for later.