The thing is, I''m never at ease with huge crowds and I prefer to keep my circle small.


    My feelings are a mixture of excitement and anxiousness. Today is my first day at college and I don''t know what to expect. I don''t have any friends here and I''m not exactly an expert at making friends. I''m not a social butterfly, but I know how to act when I need to socialize. Fortunately, I manage to make it to my first ss five minutes before it begins. I have never been fond of beingte. I have two lectures today. The first one is History of Clothing and Fashion and the other one is Introduction to Marketing since I chose marketing as a minor. The first lecture passes by quickly and I end up taking a lot of notes that filled three pages. The professor seems to be nice, but her ss is not what I''m really excited about. Don''t get me wrong. I love the history of fashion, but I''m excited about designing clothes. I want to learn more about the art of designing. I still have an hour until the next lecture and I already know where it is held, so I just opt for roaming the campus, wanting to explore it. I wish Kendall was here with me. She would have made my college experience way better.


    I''m pretty cautious when ites to making friends. Usually, people already know who I am before I get to introduce myself and I remember how some people tried to use me for my family''s name more than once. It''s not easy for me to trust anybody.


    I sometimes wonder if Ss feels the same too. Hees from a very prestigious family and he is very sessful, so he probably faces the same struggle that I face. Yet, when I look at him, I see that he seems unfazed by everything. He knows how to treat everyone and doesn''t let anything bother him. I don''t understand how he has the ability to block the entire world the way he does.


    I didn''t n on forgiving him anytime soon, but he made it impossible with how adorable he acted. I know that he didn''t lie when he told me he had lost. track of time. Well, I don''t really have proof, but knowing Ss, I''m sure he won''t lie to me or keep me waiting on purpose. He may be an expert at annoying the hell out of me, but he has manners. 1/4  1


    When I realize that I only have twenty minutes left until the next lecture, I head to the hall and take a seat on the fourth row. I don''t like sitting at the ve front or the very back of the ss. I open thest page of my notebook and start scribbling a design for a ballerina''s dress.


    Lily loves ballet so much and she already practices ballet three times a week. Mum and I have designed numerous ballet dresses for her and she loves the dresses we make for her.


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    "Wow, this looks really nice." I hear a guy''s voice. look up and find myself looking at a pair of green eyes. "Thanks." I politely smile at him.


    "So what''s an artist doing at a marketing ss?" he wonders.


    "I want to learn how to sessfully market my art," I reply, closing my notebook. The dress is nowhere nearplete, but I can''t focus on designing when somebody is talking to me. "Are you majoring in art?


    "Fashion design," I correct


    correct him.


    I''m Everest," he says, extending his hand towards me.


    "Rosie. Nice to meet you," I say, smiling. "Are you a freshman?"


    "No, I''m a sophomore," he replies. "Are you a freshman?" he asks me.


    "Yes. What''s your major?" I wonder.


    "Finance and I''m taking marketing as a minor," he replies.


    The professor walks in, and all the side talks stop. As I start jotting down notes, I look at Everest and find him trying to get his pen to work. Quietly, I reach inside my pencil case and take out an extra pen I have with me, then hand it to him. "Thanks," he whispers with a smile. I have to admit, he has such a beautiful smile. His smile isn''t the only beautiful thing about him. His dark hair looks so good on him, not to mention the beauty of his skin tone. Its bronze color  GG.


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    The lecture passes by quickly and I collect my stuff, ready to leave. I cannot wait to get back home and make myself something to eat. Maybe I will end up getting something ready.


    "Thanks again for the pen," Everest says, handing me my pen back.


    "You can keep it," I tell him. "I''ll see you next week," I say as I stand up.


    "Wait. Would you like to get something to eat before your next ss?" He stands up too. "I don''t have any more sses today," I reply. "But maybe we can get something to eat another time." I don''t feelfortable hanging out with people I have just met, but I also don''t want to close the door for future friendships. you like, Rosie. See you!"


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    I wave him goodbye and make my way out of the ss only to bump into a hard chest as I''m checking my phone. "Oh, I''m so sorry. I wasn''t loo-" I start apologizing, but when I look up and find that the one I''ve just bumped into is Ss, I say, "In this case, I''m certainly not sorry. What are you made of? Cement?"


    Heughs and ruffles my hair since he knows I don''t like it when people touch my hair. I have taken my mum''s genes when ites to my hair. It''s super long and shiny, which attracts people''s attention. I remember when I was young how much people liked ying with it and I hated when they touched it. "How is your first day so far?" he asks.


    "Nothing exciting really. The lectures are just too... informative and theoretical," I reply.


    "I bet you thought you won''t bump into me." He smirks.


    "Honestly, yeah, but looks like we will be seeing each other a lot," I say.


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    "Hey man, aren''t you going to introduce us to your friend?" A guy approaches us as he drapes his arm over Si**s''s shoulder.


    "Nope. She''s off limits," Ss says. Something about his tone seems serious. Why on earth would I be off-limits?


    "Don''t be rude, Ss." I roll my eyes. "I''m Rosie," I introduce n., self to the guy.


    "Rosie, nice to meet you. I''m Knox. You look familiar. Have I seen you before?" he wonders. I sincerely hope that he doesn''t remember me from the article about my kiss with Ss.


    "Maybe you'' ''ve e seen me before at S**as''sst birthday party," I say.


    "Probably. I was there."


    "You done for the day, Rosie?" Ss asks me.


    "Yes, I''m about to head home."


    "Okay. Dinner is on me tonight and it won''t be likest time. Mexican food. sounds good?" I nod, deciding to give him another chance. I swear, if he messes this one up, I''m never going to acknowledge him again. "You better make it on time, Cromwell, I yfully threaten him as I walk away.


    "You can count on me, Kensington!" St**ly, I smile at his statement.