C5 Secrets

As I made my way back to my dorm, Still thinking of my encounter with James. I was lost in thoughts when I unexpectedly ran into that guy from class – the one I thought was a bit creepy. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," he said with a polite tone picking his books that fell when I bumped into him. I helped him pick them up. I wanted an answer and I couldn't let it slide. "You saw me in class, didn't you? And why were you looking at me like a serial killer, huh?" I questioned him with my weight shifted on the side of my hip. He quickly clarified, "Don't get me wrong; I was just admiring your beautiful face. You're really attractive."

I was taken aback by his compliment, not sure how to respond. "Thanks, I guess," I nervously replied. Wanting to keep the conversation going, I asked, "And what's your name?" He introduced himself as Anthony and extended his hand for a friendly hug, which I couldn't refuse. I couldn't help but notice how good he smelled – something I had a soft spot for in guys.

After our brief encounter, I decided to grab some beverages and snacks, partly because I was craving something sugary due to being on my period. I found a convenience store and purchased what I wanted. Suddenly, a lady tapped me on the shoulder and discreetly informed me that I had a stain. I was relieved it wasn't a guy who noticed; otherwise, I would have been mortified. Fortunately, I spotted a girl's restroom nearby, where I hurriedly changed into a fresh pair of panties and jeans, not wanting to walk around with stained trousers.

I entered the restroom humming, then I was done changing. As I was about to leave the restroom, I overheard a conversation between some girls, "James is an asshole, how can he dump me just like that?" Wait, that voice sounds familiar, it's Cynthia—James ex-girlfriend. I peeked through the hole in the door and noticed she was with three other girls. "I'd make sure I get him back by all means" She stated. "Well, this girl is bent on getting James back... Good luck with that girl!" I muttered jokingly.

I waited for them to leave before stepping out of the bathroom. I heard some other discussion about people that I don't know facially, girls and gossip are like mac and cheese, it annoyed me how much girls could gossip about others. I know I'm a girl but goshh my gender irritates me a lot.

Later, as I checked my notifications, I received a voice note from Nora. "Bitch where are you, I'm about to start the race". I had completely forgotten about it and needed to know the address. I tried calling her, but she didn't answer.

Luckily, Damian, the guy from earlier, walked by. I called out to him, "Damian! Damian!!'.. I shouted, "I know that son of a bitch heard me calling him. Minutes later, he responded with his usual smirk. "You called me, damsel in distress?" he quipped. "Now is not the time to use your shitty comments on me, you're heading to the race, right? let's go there together" I suggested. He teased me about participating in a "deadly" race meant for "big boys and girls" and referred to me as a "little girl." I couldn't help but be irritated by his comments.

After a short conversation, Damian agreed to accompany me to the race. While on our way, Damian called me a 'slug' not 'little one' anymore, frustratingly the name just keeps getting worse. As we arrived, I realized we were late. I spotted Nora and ran towards her. She had been worried about my call, and not being able to reach me, she said "thought something bad had happened to you, are you alright?

Are you hurt? Does your head hurt? "Don't worry she's fine I took good care of her.. you know what I mean" Damian said, touching his privates playfully". "Did you guys have sex?" Nora asked with fear in her voice. I could feel hurt in her words "Does she like Damian? Why did it affect her this much". Don't stress about it Nora this is Damian being his usual self, he was just messing around like he always does, "Oh thank goodness" she said with a relieved voice. I whispered in her ears "I know you like him girl it shows in the way you just acted" Immediately her face turned red

Back in our dorm, Nora prepared dinner, which she called "Nora's Spaghetti Bonita." I took a bite and couldn't help but praise her culinary skills — "Jeez bitch go open a restaurant" I said shocked. This is bussing, it's the best spaghetti I have ever tasted and I thought my mum makes the best spaghetti, where have you been all my life?. We chatted and enjoyed our meal, reminiscing about how fast time had passed since we were in high school.

After dinner, I couldn't help but share a secret with Nora. I had seen my high school crush, James Rodrigo, earlier that day. Nora, shocked and worried, said "The famous basketball player on campus that gets all the girls he asks for?". "How did you guys meet? Looks like fate brought you guys together" she uttered. You've been watching too much Korean drama, Nora. It's getting into your head. Snap out of it. I quickly responded.

I told her about everything that happened and how I got kicked out of the class because of the 'creepy boy' who turned out to be nice and smart— Don't listen to what people say about Anthony, they are just rumors, he just gets judged wrongly.

Describing James' physique to her then she replied with a hand on her cheeks "You're doomed bitch you can't have feelings for that dude". "His girlfriend, Cynthia, would tear you apart" She warned me. I reassured her that I wasn't interested in pursuing anything with James, especially given his recent breakup. With a mouth full of chips she asked "Who?" James and Cynthia, I responded, she slept with James' dad "That bitch is crazy she did that to him with her eyes wide open" But James told me not to tell anyone but

I told you, so let this be our secret, I don't want to get into trouble, I pleaded with her. "Be calm babes I'll not tell a single soul — cross my heart and hope to die" She replied with her hands crossed. Now enough of James and his asshole of a girlfriend "Let's do some skincare before ending the day" She said whilst giggling.

As Nora drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but reflect on the whirlwind of events during my first week at college.