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**Chapter 1**

Her Point of View

BEEP BEEP BEEP!!?!?! She rolled over and groaned and slowly slid out of her bed only to shut the obnoxious alarm of and get right back in under her big comforter. Pulling it over her head she was fast asleep again in 2 seconds. This was short lived though when her second alarm blared 10 minutes later. She laid there for a minute debating on just how long her roommates could take the beeping. She slid out of bed again slipped on her fuzzy slipper and turned all the alarms off. It was already 8:20. FUCK! She trudged her way to the bathroom and peed. Never opening her eyes.

You could say she wasn't exactly a morning person.

In the bathroom her other 3 roommates were slowly getting ready for the day. All at various stages of hair and make-up. She looked in the mirror and winced. She pretty closely resembled medusa. Only platinum. She plugged in her flat iron and started her morning routine. Wash the face brush the hair. Get partially dressed. Cover up the large black circles under her eyes. Straighten her hair. Finish her make-up. Finish dressing. Today she had to look extra good though. It was the first day of the winter semester at school. New class means new possibilities of boys. She was thinking about what she wanted to wear the night before and finally decided on the perfect outfit.

Hide the flaws (her tummy and severe lack of butt) and accentuate her good points (green eyes, platinum hair, boobs) She finished getting ready never speaking a word. Her roommates knew not to speak to her until after they leave the apt.

Upon leaving she slipped her sunglasses on and locked the door, then finally spoke to Becca.

"I hope this isn't a sweat-pant class."

You see a sweat-pant class meant no one to get dressed up for. It means her black sweatpants with her converse. A sweatshirt and a bandanna to cover the medusa hair. Becca, just laughed and agreed. It took them 15 mins to walk from their apt just off campus to the complete opposite side where her class was. She had never had a class this early before and now she remembered why. Her little jacket was not enough to keep her warm. And she was tired as fuck. After finding room 27 in the drama department they took their seat in the back row center. She was defiantly not a front row kind of person. Especially not at 9 in the morning with no tea.

The teacher walked in and she winced. WACKJOB! But it will be fun. 'Intro to theater here we come' she though. After calling role and correcting her name for the billionth time She finally looked around the room. No one stood out to her.

She whispered to Becca, "Looks like I'm wearing sweats tomorrow."

Becca just laughed and looked around. She tapped her and pointed to a boy on the other side of classroom. Already asleep on his hand. She smirked a bit and tried to pay attention to the professor.

They ended up just watched a movie, which she slept through. Well come on it was on Greek plays. Good stuff but boring stuff. After her little nap she looked around for the clock noticing she only had 15 mins until she was out of there.

She noticed the sleeping giant was awake but hunched over his desk writing or drawing something.

HMM.... She couldn't tell Becca but she kind of smiled when she looked at him. He looked like the nicest guy. But quiet. And kind of cute!

She wish she paid attention in roll so she would know his name. Oh well.

Finally the class was over and she grabbed her purse slipping her sunglasses on. She walked out with Becca moving slow down the hall.

She wouldn't have noticed him walking by except that she smelled him and loved it. It was cigarettes and Irish spring with a tough of old spice. Her favorite smell in the entire world.

She watched him after he passed her carrying his little notebook. His black clothes slightly faded. A pack of cigarettes sticking out of the back pocket of his pants. He slipped on a pair of large black sunglasses and stepped outside.

Becca pointed at him and said, "I want sunglasses like that."

She just nodded and watched him light up a cigarettes. Shortly after she too stepped out of the hall she light one of her own.

All though of the secret cute boy disappeared out of her head. She was on her way to lunch with her roommates and a few friends. Same thing they do everyday.

Chapter 2

His Point of View

He watched looked at the door just as she walked in the room.

The last person in the class.

Sunglasses still on. Chatting away to her friend.

She was totally cute but kind of weird. She was one of those girls with a lot of confidence. You could tell just by how she walked.

Most of her outfit was black with some hot pink thrown in. She was cute but with a defiant edge. He blond hair almost made her glow. When she took off her sunglasses he was surprised to see very dark eyebrows. He turned his head away and smiled oh yes a bit different that most of the girls here.

This class though was going to kill him. 9 in the morning. And no friends in here. He waited tell the professor called his name and then found a comfy spot and took a little nap. He really didn't miss much. He woke up in the middle of a movie with 45 minutes more to go.

He inwardly groaned and cracked open the drawing notebook he had with him. He looked around for some inspiration and let out a little laugh. She was in the back row fast asleep on her desk. Her friend zoned off in to space.

He looked her over and noticed she was a little pudgy but it was ok it fit her. After all he wasn't exactly his brother.

He noticed something on her wrist under a few bracelets. It was kind of gray or black or something. But he couldn't tell what.

He got up to go throw something away just so he could look at it. He tried to be as casual as he could walking by and glancing over her sleeping form to see her tattoo.

It was 3 little bats. He was surprised and inwardly smiled.

Upon returning to his seat he drew the little bats just like on her wrist.

Before he knew it class was over. He grabbed his notebook and headed out.

She slipped past her in the hallway. Her laugh floating around him. Why did he keep thinking about her?

She would never like him. She is one of those I get what I want girls. And he was not what she would want.

He defiantly needed a smoke. And she probably hates smokers too.

The 3 little bats popped in his head though, that threw him off.