Another guy

My name is..

We drove in my mother’s car on the highway, the air was warm and full of excitement. We were on our way to my new life. No more mistakes, no more drama and no more love.

We were on our way to where I was going to go to college, it was a fancy collage and judging by our car, we couldn't afford it. But as my mother always told me, I was smart. I had gotten into this collage with a scholarship.

After an hour of driving we finally arrived at the parking lot of our destination. We started to unload the car, but there wasn't much to unload. We then made our way to a booth were the sign said:

"Welcome Freshmen"

at the booth a beautiful blonde was smiling at us and she asked my mother with a sarcastic tone:

"Which one of you ladies is going to our fine school?" 

I could hear in her voice that she had a southern accent, it was one of those old once you see in movies, when they drop the "R" sound after vowels. 

My mother laughed as she answered with delight, not hearing or minding the sarcastic tone:

"That would be my daughter"

and then she smiled.

The beautiful blonde looked me up and down, as if I was a day-old cub barging in on her territory, I could feel that she was thinking about me, probably trying to figure me out, if she needed to be my friend or my enemy. Couldn't blame her, I was doing the exact same thing.

After a small moment she asked me, as if she was speaking to a child:

"And what is your name, Hun?"

My blood started to boil and I could feel how badly I wanted to punch her in the face, just to shut her up. But I counted to ten and then I stood tall and said:

"My name is Cynthia Rose Robertson."

And within seconds my mother added”... but her friends call her Rose"

I was surprised by her, that my own mother wanted me to be friends with this bimbo. But it looked like the bimbo didn't mind and ignored what my mother had just said. All she said was:

"You can call me Helen, I am going to be your contact person, so if you need anything you come to me."

She looked at my mother when she said this, not at me and I could sense that she wanted me to stay the hell away. And then she continued:

"Here is your room number, your room key and the name of your roommate, which is already in your dorm room. Have a nice first day."

Putting on my best smile and told her thank you and hurried away, with my mother behind me we started to search for my dorm room.

The building was just as huge on the inside as on the outside. It was classical and beautiful. With paintings on the walls of what I assumed were people who donated to the school, maybe they founded it or maybe they went here, I didn't know.

In the corner of my eye I saw a muscular guy and I couldn't get rid of the fact that I was feeling attracted to this guy. His hair was the color of the dark night and his eyes were dark. As he was staring at me you could see the lust in his eyes. As if I was his next pray. I felt him staring at me, because I started to get that feeling when you feel like you're being watched.

I shrugged the feeling off and walked up the stairs.

But even though I tried to get rid of the feeling of attraction, I could feel it in my groin.