Analia^^^^

attempt number 3 boys

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ANALIA'S POV

Olivia's body flew through the air landing gracefully onto the new couch placed in the middle of our new living room. Mine followed suit quickly but not so gracefully causing laughs to erupt from both of us. 

"Oh my god, they took forever to leave," Olivia said with a sigh referring to my crazy parents. We had just spent a solid two hours unpacking and one hour trying to get them to leave the apartment.

I nodded in agreement and leaned my head back against the couch. My mind swarmed around the thought of my family. Growing up in the big house on Marango Drive. My mom screaming at me for getting into teenage things and me later realizing I needed her to. Fighting over the last piece of bacon in the morning. I was going to miss my family. 

"I'm gonna miss them," I finally voiced my thoughts. 

Olivia threw her hands over her head and let out a long groan, "The food! We're never going to survive." 

I hit her in the side, "Hey! My cooking's pretty good. If it wasn't for me you'd be living off pizza rolls for the remainder of the soul-sucking four years of college." 

She chuckled, "Your definitely right. But Ana, your Mom's cooking." 

I laughed at the whining girl but couldn't help but agree. My moms cooking was absolutely amazing. She knew how to do everything from Lasagna and Italian Wedding Soup to Giros and Spanakopita. I'm just glad I knew her spaghetti sauce recipe so I could whip up some rigatoni. 

"Liv," I said sort of quietly, "did you even say goodbye?" 

"Um, I waved. Does that count?" 

Olivia's mom died when she was a very little girl. At first her dad was always with her. He cared; it seemed like. Then when she turned twelve he just stopped. Was out late all the time getting drunk. And when he was home he brought home a woman. She basically lived with me for the rest of middle school and high school. The only conversations they had now were quick good mornings and occasional fights.  

I grabbed her hand a squeezed it letting out a sigh. 

"You know, sighs are just exaggerated exhales," she whispered. 

I giggled, "Does that make gasping an exaggerated inhale?"

She turned to me with a smile, "This is why your my best friend." 

I smiled back at her and couldn't help but thank God she was in my life. 

"Well," she said standing up and stretching, "I'm going to go take a shower. You should get some sleep for tomorrow. Both of us know the princess needs her beauty sleep!" 

I rolled my eyes but knew she was right, I did need my sleep, "So do you, amore." 

She snorted and waved her hand at me, "Sta'zitta."

My family never spoke full Italian but we all picked things up. So did Liv, including knowing how to tell me to shut up. My mother used to tell us 'mangia mangia, Sta'zitta' telling us to shut up and eat. 

I stood and stretched and began to slowly make my way towards my new room. 

***

"Think I can fly

Think I can fly when I'm with you

My arms are wide"

Runaway by Galantis blasted through my phones speakers and I groaned. I rolled over and looked that the clock while turning the song off. It was 8:00 and my class started at 9. 

I dragged myself out of the comfortable bed and into the bathroom. I jumped slightly when I looked in the mirror. My hair was sticking out everyone and there were bags along with heavy dark circles beneath my eyes. 

"Well don't you just look stunning," I muttered turning towards the shower. I stripped out of my sports bra and shorts stepping underneath the scolding water. I felt it run down my aching shoulders and through my matted hair taking any dead skin, dirt, or dust particle along with it. I finished washing myself and quickly got out of the shower. 

Since it was only August and I was in California I through on some high-wasted shorts along with a purple flowy crop-top. Throwing my hair up into a high ponytail I grabbed my book bag and went to the kitchen. A very tired Liv stood with a cup of coffee in her hand. She stared into the distance taking small sips of the drink. 

"Buongiorno mi amore, I told you I wasn't the only one who needed beauty sleep," I spoke in a sing song voice. 

She snapped out of her daze and her eyes found mine. She grunted in response and grabbed the keys; signifying we were leaving. I picked up an apple and followed her out the door and down to her Honda. 

I slid into the passenger seat and she started the car.

We began to drive and my fingers tapped in a rhythmic pattern on my legs. I felt anxiety bubbling up inside me. This was a big step. A change from child to becoming an adult. I didn't know what my professors would be like or how the class would look. How many kids. Would i make friends? 

I glanced at my best friend who was too tired to even care. I was happy she was in my first class but that was the only one we had together. 

We pulled into the parking lot and Olivia parked the car. She pulled the key out of the ignition and we sat there for a second. I wiped my sweaty hand on the seat and took a deep breath. 

Olivia let out a groan, "Analia, calm down. Your giving me all of your negative energy."

I laughed a little and apologized. I knew she would say something. We've lived with each other for so long we get each others moods. Liv's also real big on energy and vibes and all that stuff. 

We stepped out of the car and I threw my book bag over my shoulder. Olivia came up and grabbed my hand giving it a squeeze, "Breath."

She pulled my towards the large building where some of our classes were held. Liv had an English major and for a good reason too. She amazing with anything involving literature. She can write, read, and even speak very well when she chooses too. I on the other hand went for the Psychology major. I've always been interested in the human mind and everyone says I'm real easy to talk to. 

Liv opened the door and I walked in behind her. The smell of clean and school, I think, hit me instantly. I read the signs and grabbed Liv's arm to pull her in the right direction. Our first class was literature. That's the only reason we had a class together. We reached the door and it was closed. 

"No," Liv said with an upset tone, "its only 8:45. I didn't have to get up so early. This is bullshit."

I giggled and leaned against the wall crossing my arms. I turned and watched a boy walk down the hall in our direction. He turned where the door was and tried to open it. I couldn't help but chuckle at him and he turned around slightly embarrassed. 

He rubbed the back of his neck and gave a small smile, "Locked."

I nodded my head, "Seems to be, doesn't it."

His smile grew and he stuck out his hand, "I'm Samuel."

"Analia, but you can call me Ana," I shook his hand. 

"Olivia, and I'm calling you Sam," she stated. 

He finally turned and looked at her. A blush rose to his cheeks and he rubbed his neck again, "I'm fine with that." 

He was cute. He had a cute crooked smile with a dimple on his right cheek. He had bright green eyes that contrasted perfectly with his dirty blond hair. He was tall and lean with just the right amount of muscle. I smirk played on my lips. He was Liv's type exactly. 

Liv and I made eye contact and smiled at each other. We read each others eyes for a second and Liv giggled. 

"Your doing that weird girl thing where you talk without talking, aren't you," Sam asked looking between the two of us. 

Liv gasped, "Look he's intelligent."

"Well you guys are early," a female voice spoke from behind us. She walked to the door and unlocked it. Her heels clipped behind her loudly but she wore a soft smile, "Come on in."

We walked through the door and went to take a seat. Sam almost walked away but I linked my arm in his and pulled him with us, "We're gonna be friends." 

He chuckled and we all sat down. I made sure Sam sat by Liv though.

"She seems nice," Olivia spoke tentatively. 

I nodded and Sam brought his eyebrows together, "Who, Miss Caton? Yeah she's okay. She can be a bitch sometimes though." 

"You've taken this class before?" I asked him and he shook his head.

"She taught one of my classes last year."

I nodded and Liv spoke, "So you're a sophomore?" 

"Yup, and you guys are?"

I flattened my lips into a line, I always hated being known as a fish, "Freshman."

His eyes widened and he looked shocked, "Really? You don't look like it," cue Liv's blush, "how did you get into this class."

I shrugged, "Well, Liv's amazing she has every right to in this class. Me? I guess you can consider it a miracle."

Sam turned to Olivia and started talking to her about her talent. I sat and watched people poor into the classroom and groaned internally. I hated people. Well not really. Just large amounts of them. Or small amounts. It really depends on who you are. 

"Alright class! I'm Miss Caton and I will be your instructor for this semester. It's great to see some of you again and I'm very happy to see new faces in the crowd. Today we'll be hitting the basics and mainly reviewing-"

She continued her speech and I leaned back in my chair. I was excited but at the same time I hated classrooms. 

It was finally over and I said bye to liv. Sam and I headed off in the direction of our class. Turns out he also had a Psychology major so I would be seeing him around a lot. 

"I'm not ready for this class," Sam spoke with a huff. 

I held on the the strap of my bag tightly, "Why?"

I was actually pretty excited for this class, neuropsychology. I was excited to dig deeply into the brain and learn its functions. How we handle all of our emotions. I had a gut feeling I was going to enjoy this class.

"Because of the teacher," my stomach dropped and I frowned. It doesn't matter how much you love a subject. If the teacher sucks than you lose all enjoyment. 

"Why? Can he not teach?" I asked him.

Sam shook his head and glanced at me, "No, apparently he's a great teacher. But most everyone says he has a shit personality. And all of the girls basically lay across their desks begging him to fuck them."

I raised my eyebrows. Was the that attractive to have girls falling over him. I couldn't help but snicker at the thought. It had been a good 18 and a half years of my life and not once have I felt pulled towards a man in such a way. Yes it had to do with how I was raised but it concerned me sometimes. I used to think maybe I was lesbian but I had my experience with females and it was a hard no. 

We walked into the classroom that was already full. I liked sitting in the back but the only row open was the third. The first two rows were filled with girls wearing revealing clothing. Everywhere else was a mix of boys and girls. 

Sam and I took our seats behind the giggling women and I couldn't help but gag a little, "Are you sure we didn't walk into a strip club?"

Sam chuckled at my comment and shrugged. I placed my face in my palm and Sam and I continued to talk. The door shut loudly and a few of the girls let out little squeals. 

"I'm Mr. Black," a deep rich voice echoed through the room sending shock waves through me. What the hell? My eyes shot up and took in the back of the professor. He wrote his name on the board. 

He turned and half of the female population sighed, "This class will be hard. I expect all of you to pay attention and take notes. I don't really pay attention to the schedule so if we finish early we finish early. But I doubt that will happen any time soon-"

My grip tightened around my pencil and stared at the man before me. He was breathtaking. He wore a casual suit that was pitch black. His brown hair was tousled on top of his head along with a perfectly trimmed stubble. What was surprising was his eyes. They were so light compared to the rest of him. They were a dark grey with a little bit of green swimming in them. Just the sound of his voice had my heart pounding into my rib cage. I furrowed my eyebrows and bit down hard on my lip. What on earth. I didn't even know the man but I felt a forceful connection, like I had no choice. But along with this came another feeling. I think it's fear. Why did I feel scared. So incredibly uneasy in his presence.  

There's something off about him and I knew Olivia would feel it too. 

I felt an nudge coming from my right and I looking at Sam. Concern and confusion covered his face, "Are you alright?"

I tapped my pencil. Full honesty I didn't know if I was okay. 

"Yeah, its just," I whispered so very quietly, "somethings strange."

I kept my eyes forward while saying this but the second I finished my sentence piercing eyes flicked to mine. I felt my heart stop and the world around my was torn away. His eyes held darkness but I had to force myself to cross my legs from the feeling stirring in the pit of my stomach.  

He stopped talking for a second as if he was telling us to shut up and then continued. But how could he have heard me whisper like I did. 

I nervously chewed on my lip for the rest of the class. I missed the entire class that day. Didn't catch one thing I was so distracted. His eyes would glaze over mine ever now and then. But every time they did my stomach drop. In a good way but also not at all. 

Who is this man?