4

I pull my shirt over my head. Running my hands over it.

I look in the mirror. Putting on low rise adidas pants and a tight white tank top.

I grab my school bag and walk downstairs. The boys are already awake. Somehow every single one of my cousins are shirtless.

My face contorts into disgust.

Uncle Bo walks in and says "Roslyn I have a surprise for you."

I ask "What is it?"

Nolan asks "Where are our surprises?"

Chris smacks his arm. They both look at each other for a long second then look away.

I ask "what is the surprise?"

He nods his head toward the door. I look at him then the door. Walking past him outside.

A car awaits me, a older charger.

My mouth drops open and I say "That's beautiful a 1969 charger, who's is it."

Bo says "Yours."

I turn to face him, "No I can't accept this."

He says "But you can and you will."

I say "Thank you, it's-it's amazing."

He tosses me the keys and I catch them, skipping over the stairs and getting right into the car.

When I start it, it roars to life. I smile and back out of the driveway.

I drive down a long windy road, the forest on either side of the black concrete.

I turn the little nob that controls the volume of the radio. It doesn't turn on, weird.

I push in the button. The music turning on. Oh my god it's Berlin by ry x my favorite.

When I arrive I'm confused. This has to be a high school not a college.

I look it up and sure enough it's the college.

Great.

I park in an open spot. I sit in my car for a couple minutes then get out. Everyone is in little groups throughout the parking lot and entrance.

"Nice ride newbie."

I do an awkward smile.

A couple more cars pull in two Jeeps park right next to one another in the back. Isolated away from everyone.

It immediately catches my attention. Three boys exit the car and two girls. They couple up but one is left alone. Staring at me like I'm prey.

His eyes are like embers of fire, his hair a dark mess but somehow looks good, his skin a ivory. He notices my view and looks away.

I furrow my eyebrows in confusion and turn around. I then walk up the staircase that leads to the entrance. Arms rap around my shoulder, I push them off.

"Feisty, you're the new girl from Miami."

I say "That would be me."

It's one of the people who were with Mr. Cat caller of cars.

Its a boy with shaggy black hair, dark eyes, and fair skin. He's short about my height.

I say "So who are you."

He introduces "I am Chase your new friend. I am a philosophy major."

I say "Oh to bad I am a history major, history of religion and society."

He laughs and says "Considering the classes are ten feet apart good luck with that."

He walks off and I enter my classroom. Just as I thought small, like a high school classroom. Not a lecture room.

A scent captures my nose, I feel so euphoric. The scent my god it's so welcoming. Desire fills my body.

I scan the room to see my seat is next to the man I saw in the parking lot. He takes a big whiff of something and ecstasy fills his face.

He quickly covers the lower half of his face and closes his eyes.

Weirdo

I sit down besides him and he moves further away from me. The scent now overloading my system it seems closer. Is it his scent?

The whole time he has his hand in the same exact spot and is tense. Staring at me too.

What the fuck is up with him? I don't even know the weirdos name.

The class was cut short because first day so I wait by sitting on the hood of my car.

Chase approaches with a couple others, "Meet our new friend Roslyn, she's from Miami."

He says Miami with a snap.

A girl says "You sure don't look like it. I would guess the big city."

I ask "I get that a lot actually."

Mr. Cat caller of cars says "Wanna teach us the ways of the Miami people."

I laugh and say "No I don't."

I look at my watch my grandad gave me and say "I should get going."

They nod and I head off to my next class.