note: This is something that came out after to much vampire books reading. Hope you enjoy. I'm sorry for the writing problems or if some of the phrases don't make sense. English is not my maternal language, so feel free to correct me if I'm wrong about something, I always want to improve my English. 10x


Chapter 1 - Bored

Everything was orange. Walls, floor, the sky behind the window. I was feeling like inside a peach. And it didn't help me much. The date on the calender seemed like a stranger. The holiday just flew by me. Time meant little to me as it is, but still, how can vacation slip away so quickly and the school days drag for so long?

I was sitting in my room, number 507, second on the right from the elevator and as you can guess, 5th floor, oh and great view by the way, doing nothing. My roommate, Sarah, just took off to meat with her new crush, Jason Crawey, football player number 6, great looks, no brain. Oh well, aren't they all like that? Wait, don't answer! I hate when someone contradicts me. It brings up nerves, and I have a lot as it is, no need to add more. A fight is not exactly on my top 'to do' list.

So. The room. Yeah, my college room. Ah, I'm in second year. Fresh out the first, not as clueless as a freshmen, but just as interesting. I got to know the guys from campus: my friends, the good (some of them my friends), the bad (still some of my friends) , the geeks, the athletes and the losers. Well, that's my 6 category way to split the boys. Let's not forget the girls. My friends, the cheerleaders, the geeks, the blonds, the push-up bras (some the same as cheerleaders and blonds) and the losers. That's sounds kind of harsh, but trust me, when your fighting for your own spot, well, you tend to get all bitchy. What's a girl to do anyway? Sulk and watch soap operas?

Time: 19.23. Perfect (sarcasm). That much time to waste until the party starts. What party? What do mean, what party? Are you like, part of the losers group? THE best party of the year, THE only party Thomas Mayer throws all school year, and normally, THE one that anyone who got an invitation talks about all year to those who weren't so lucky to get one.

I was one of the lucky ones just because he had a thing for me in my freshmen year and didn't exactly got over a rejection. He's still trying to get my attention. He was and still is a cute guy, but that's about it. Not a football player, but rich and full of air in his head. Best party animal. Best budget too, if that's the case.

I got up from my bed, nice and tidy for the moment, and went to the my laptop. The first thing that belonged to the school in this room that wasn't orange. Thank God, it was a black. Surprise, surprise, but at least there was a stain in the peach. I sat in the my chair, orange, of course, too slumped after that many years of use and waited for my computer to turn on. It was an antic, but I never got to the store this summer to find a nice little new one, so this one will do for a while. I logged in, deleting all spam without another glance and went for the Inbox.

"You have 7 unread messages"

Great. 2 from my mom, asking me how my first week was and telling me that she and my dad are coming to visit in 2 weeks. 3 from My Space, new friends, probably freshmen. 1 from the library, telling me that my book has finally arrived. Because the school library didn't have what I was reading, I had to order books on-line or download them from the Internet. The second option was much more simple, but I couldn't find all the books, so here comes first option. Wow, that was quick, 3 weeks, a record. And the last from…

NO WAAAY!


From: Lee 'Lee' Nickhools
To: Alexandra 'Max' Maxwell
Subject: Guess Who?

Hey Max,

Guess who's coming back in town?? Me obviously!! I just transferred in at Bowling Green State University and can't wait to see you!! I'll arrive this Sunday with my dad! Can you believe it?? I still can't!! Sorry for all the "!" and "?", but I'm just so exited!!

I'll see you soon, best of luck and love, your (I hope) bf, Lee!


Ah, Lee. Truly my best friend since kinder garden. When she stole my crayons and I pulled her by the ponytail. The best of memories. While in the "Bad Girl" chair she made amends and I did too and we never got rid of each other since then. I always thought that we would do all our years of school together, get jobs in the same place and marry some guys who were friends, our babies playing together and our houses next to each others.

That was until college, when her parents forced her to go to some stupid school in Hawaii. But she tried it and of course didn't like it and now she'll be joining me! How sweet. If I could only get my roommate out of the room and life would be perfect. Except the fact that my roommate would never trade her room. As I said, the view was superb, right over the park. We would see the Sun rise every morning, waking us up as it came.

But no, even if I could get Lee in my room, I still needed one thing for my life to be perfect, but it didn't look like I was going to get it too soon, so why the hopes up? Maybe tonight… yeah, right (rowing eyes).

Tonight. Party. Alcohol. Music. Dance. Best of words. I sighed and went to my closet, full of new shopped clothes. I had a long holiday. My mom got me for a trip to the newest malls in the city. Three whole days of shopping. I thought I would go mad. I hate shopping. Just being in a shop full of clothes gives me nausea.

I was always a freak like this. Maybe that's one of the reasons I prefer boy friends. They don't go shopping sprees, and you don't have to wait for them one hour so that they get ready for a night out, party or something like that. They put on a T-shirt, some jeans and they're ready to go. Just like me.

So, for tonight, to look sexy, but not bitchy, attractive, but not like a magnet… hard choice. My personal style will do just fine. I didn't care much about the trends, as long as I liked what I was wearing and I felt comfortable. Skinny jeans, big belt, my own personal Converse (black with a white strap), a funky white with grey cartoons t-shirt, elbow-length sleeves, and an electric purple necklace. I was ready to go. No need to stress out about shoes. I was tall enough not to need heels when it came to boys, but not short enough to have more that 3 dozen boys in all campus that could look at me from above.

My mom always used to tell me that boys will grow up, but after high school, I stopped believing her. If they weren't tall enough by then, they weren't getting any taller. It's a shame. There are so many cute boys in campus who would make perfect boyfriends, but they are just too short for me. Leave them to the other girls. They don't even know how lucky they are.

Time: 19.46. Are you kidding me? Can time go any slower? Yeah, it can, and you have no idea. Better not to, either. You know that saying, 'if you look at a clock, it only goes slower' ? Well, it's not true, but when you look at a clock too much, you don't really have anything else to do, so you just think time is teasing you. I wonder --

Bang!

Ah great, someone got drunk before the party. They always do that. I just don't get it. Why get drunk before? You'll never get to the party in that condition and people just have to look for you everywhere because you're too dizzy to talk from the bush you landed into to give someone a clue. Better to get him away from my door, and quickly too, before he starts showing all of us what he had for lunch.

I opened the door, but there was no drunk buddy in front of it. Looked down, to make sure he hadn't throwed up already, but it was clean. I looked confused out the corridor, no sigh of anyone. How could he get away so fast? I listened for the elevator. It was working, so that was his escape. Hmm? Strange. I meant to close the door, but then I saw the reason for the bang. A note was stuck on my door, white paper, my name on it. Not 'Max', but 'Alexandra'. So, none of my close friends. Curiosity got the best of me. Strangers delivering messages was sort of a new thing.


Hey, Alexandra, it will be nice to meet you at the party tonight. I heard a lot of things about you from your friends and it got me interested. I'll be watching you at the party and if I like what I see, I might come to you. If not, well, hate to burst your confidence, but your not that much of something.

See you.


I closed the door and sat on the bed, thinking. First thing that came to my mind was that this was a joke. A really bad joke as it is, but there are people who just lack humor. Second, this is weird. I know weird very well, but this crosses the line. People just come to introduce themselves, not leave anonymous messages on your door. Third thought - who is this guy? Or was it a girl? Naah, girls don't do this kind of things, they just come to you, either to kiss you on the cheek or to slap your face. No other way.

So, a guy. Goody. I'm looking for guys and they show up, good to know, but still, I would prefer to know who's going to be watching me. I could ask my friends about it, but something tells me that that's exactly what this guy wants, and I am not going to give it to him. He would feel smug and confident, so that wasn't good. I could do my something else about it, but I just didn't feel like going through this really long week again, so I had to wait to see at the party. Or maybe, I won't see, if I'm not interesting.

Hold up, what did he mean by that?

Ughh, I'm already annoyed at this guy, not a good way to start a relationship with someone. Well, sorry for him. It's his problem the way he chooses his methods, not mine. I have mine, and they work just fine. Once I got them right, I was the best. Of course I needed to try them a couple of times, but it was a piece of cake for me. Who said that rehearsing would pay off, had no idea now literally I would take his advice. Well he had had no idea what I could do either, but it was a good phrase all the same. Flirting was now on the top of my skills list. I could easily see now which guy could take me and which one couldn't. I saw so many boys last year at partys, picnics and gatherings, but none of them were 'boyfriend'material'. They were too full of themselves, or too stupid, or too much the macho type. I couldn't stand cheating. It was annoying. Why go out with two girls/boys at the same time? Can't you get your mind straight on who you want?

Oh well, irritation wasn't going to help, so better to find something else to do while I was still thinking rational. I got out of the room, closed it with my keys, hanged them on my belt as an accessory and went down in the garden outside the building, hoping there was someone who could distract me from my thoughts, since I wasn't creative enough to do that on my own.

Outside, there was still light from the fallen Sun, but the orange tint of the sky was now gone, only for the pink one to take it's place. I wasn't a fan of pink myself, but anything was better than orange. It was still nice outside, even if the summer was gone, so I decided to go for a walk by the fountain. Not that there was much to see, but a walk would make the time fly by and then I had an excuse to take a shower. Not that I needed one, don't get the wrong impression. Being a water sign, I loved the water. I just hated the first minute out of it, when it gets all cold and windy. You know the feeling.

I walked slowly through the grass, enjoying the smell of it. I saw my favorite bench, the one nearest the fountain, empty, so I took the path around and headed for it. I wasn't alone in the park. Obviously I wasn't the only one who was enjoying the last days of good weather. If I was ready for the party and had time to waste, propably so did they. Or maybe these people didn't get an invitation. Anyway, I hated to look around. The rest of the benches were full of couples, all kissing and embracing. The sight made me sick, so I hurried to my bench.

It wasn't always like this. On the rare occasions that I had a boyfriend smart enough, or interesting enough to get my interest, I was just as eager as the rest of the students were to show my affection in public. I didn't care then, but now, I just couldn't watch them. I was jealous of them, how they could find happiness, or even love, so easily. Of how they have a mate, someone with who they could share privet stuff, or someone who had the same feelings as the person in question. It was reminding me of my childhood question 'When will I find love?'. I had always asked myself that. And I still couldn't, after all these years, say that I had found it of felt it, even for a little time or in little intensity.

I sat on the black bench and looked at the fountain. It wasn't working, as always, in the weekends, so the water was a simple mirror which reflected the now darkening sky. I wish I had brought a book, but there wasn't anything interesting that I wanted to read, so I didn't. Now I was regretting my choice.

I took out my cell phone. I didn't have any use for it, but I couldn't stand still. I thought about responding to Lee and got to it.

To: Lee
Subject: Hey!

Hey Lee!! I'm sooo glad to hear that your coming here! I can't wait for you to get settled in and I hope that you'll get a room close to mine. I really doubt that I can do anything for you to be my roommate, but I will try. Can't wait to see you!

Kisses and hugs! Max

I started going through my other messages, but than I gave up. I wasn't in the mood. So, cell phone back in my pocket, I laid my elbows on my knees, face in my hands and stared around. I tried to avoid the couples, looking for some friends.

Maybe it was because I wasn't paying attention, or because he wasn't there earlier. As I took in the surroundings for the second time, my eyes locked with his. He was clearly just looking around too, but when our gazes met, his head stopped. And so did mine. We looked at each other for about 2 seconds until I blinked and turned my head away. I didn't know why I did that, but now I was glad I did. I wasn't sure, but I had a strange filling that if I would of permitted myself another second, I wouldn't of been able to look away from him.

As I finished my second look around, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I looked at the caller.

Sarah. Now what?

"Hey, Sarah, what's up?"

"Just got in the corridor. Full of some one's dinner. Better get over here. I also got Tyler and Sam to help me clean, but I need more hands for this to go quickly."

"OK, I'll be there in 2 minutes."

I got up and walked around the other side of the fountain, just so that I wouldn't have to see the guy again. But he was the last of my worries. It was unbelievable. No drunk guy when I was there. Of course that once I was gone, he would come and throw up. Just leave it to the idiots on the floor to clean it up. Just get the hell out of there so they don't beat you and you're good.

There was a very good reason why we did this. Because if one of the teachers on duty, or the prefects for that matter, saw this kind of mess, they were sure to get us all into the rooms to find the sick or drunk one. And there would be no party or anything else afterwards. So, we just had to get rid of it as soon as possible. It wasn't exactly fair, but when was life ever like that?