Chapter 2

To be completely honest, when I first saw Gene I thought he was gay. His features were just so, delicate. I was also under suspicion that he did not attend the school, since I knew for a fact that all students were required to live on campus, so when he asked me if I commuted or stayed in a dorm I knew something was off. I played along with his little charade though because I was honestly intrigued. I wanted to toy with him some more so I coaxed him into remaining my tour guide when he tried to make a swift escape.

I wanted to toy with him some more so I coaxed him into remaining my tour guide when he tried to make a swift escape.

"So Gene…," I began. I was determined to embarrass him to a cruel extent. “What is the REAL reason you were hiding in that bush? Did you have to make a pit stop before the next tour?"

He went a bit pale before regaining his composure enough to retort, “I already told you. Don't make something out of nothing. That'll get you in a lotta trouble."

My footing slipped a bit, I assume it was because I was awe stricken by his quick avoidance. I came to the conclusion that this would be interesting.

"Okay Mr. Sassy-pants, I was curious since it is odd for you to expect brand new students to find YOU. Wouldn’t it seem more logical to wait in a more open area?" I had nothing better conjured at the moment but I was sure I would have an idea soon.

Gene paused for a moment before he sneered, “Does it matter? I do this for a living after all. I don't know how you expect to prosper in a stuck up place like this if you keep that mouth on you."

Ohh, I thought to myself, spicy. I like that even more than fidgety. Okay, Gene the junior, you're my new major. I took a long while to respond because I was lost in thought.

 Finally, word vomit made an appearance, “I don't need to, I have a full ride scholarship. The rest of my needs are also taken care of by my father, who in an attempt to fill his absence with money sends me loads of cash each month while refusing to meet me. I don't know why I'm telling you this though. It’s not like I couldn't get a job, I just need to focus on my career and not some petty minimum wage position."

I prayed that I hadn't made myself sound to stuck up, truth is I was the opposite of that because what I left out was the fact I donated most of it to charity. My hopes were shattered when he looked down frustrated and replied, “So you're a spoiled brat who relies on mummy and daddy for all the support. Nice."

I never mentioned my mother, mostly because she died, and I was shipped to my grandparents when I was nine because my absent father refused to take me in, I saw no use in telling him this though so I just played along. Rudely I retorted, “You could say that, just about as much as I can say you are a bitter douche bag.”

Chapter 3