"What classes do you have today Samie?" My boyfriend looked at me with eyes bursting with a childlike joy, a sparkle in his eyes a, slight shimmer if you may. A warm, welcoming smile spread across his abundance full light pink lips. I smiled at him as I reflect upon how to answer his question.

"I believe I have all electives today. I'm taking my animating class as well as my creative writing class." I smiled at him and continued to stuff my face with a slight chuckle. He tilted his head at me.

"Doesn't Dominic take your art class with you? "He said with a sorrow expression on his face. I flicked his forehead playfully somewhat dismissing his comment.

"Nooo! I'm serious! You don't see the way he looks at you, I do! You're mine..! "I hugged him and squeezed his hand.

"Nothings going to happen. "I repeated to him trying to comfort him, kissing his forehead and stroking his back. As much as Dominic and I used to be close. He branched out and into his own person. We fell out and that was the end of it. We see each other in the hallway sometimes he waves as if he regrets it. I stopped caring.

Rowell started to nuzzle into my chest once again as I smiled and continued to reassure him that Dominic was not going to do nor change anything. After breakfast, I cleaned up the kitchen, and he went back to his gaming. He finished all his schoolwork between Monday and Wednesday even though most of the time it nearly kills him to do. I continued my daily routines and went to go shower. I did my normal routine which was partnered by Ariana Grande and the rich smell of "Pink Champagne" intoxicated our bathroom.

I came out and walked into our bedroom quickly changing and steering away from his game, as I felt his stare on my body. I throw my bonnet off and changed it as quickly as possible. Our college was about a fifteen-minute drive away and I enjoyed talking to my friends and stopping at the Starbucks nearby first. I only had about thirty minutes seeing as it was already 10:08. I quickly put on my boats and slid into the bathroom once again. Putting my hair in a high slick-back ponytail with two, two-strand twists in the front starting to add my normal allusion onto my face.

I did my brows quickly and covered my under eye bags quickly adding on my eyeliner and some lip-gloss then grabbing my glasses and my small backpack grabbing my keys as I yelled out to my boyfriend running outside. It was gloomy out and it was supposed to rain and some point today, thankfully I could still see small peaks of sun shine through the clouds. I hopped into our small hand-me-down car. I started speeding to my college.

I pulled into the first available parking spot I saw. I jumped out and grabbed my bag from the passengers' seat. Running to inside and into my art class, my high heel boots clacking as I slide through the halls. I hit the second turn as hard as I could not thinking about the fact that someone else could be walking to class as I ran straight into what seemed to be a brick wall. I fell onto the floor with a slight whimper. I scrambled to big up my things as I started to mumble apologies.

I heard a deep grumble arising as I saw another backpack come down onto the floor. It was seemingly empty, little to nothing fulling his bag. Both jocks did this, I assumed they decided they we're too cool for more then the bare minim to stay on there teams. I sighed realizing I must've bumped into one of them. I looked over very, very carefully. He was wearing Air Jordan One's, grey sweatpants, and a grey pullover hoodie. My eyes trailed up I realized that he must've been extremely tall, he was a bit wider but he looked extremely athletic. The veins traveled up his arms, his muscles tensing, as he started to make his way down continuing to help me pick up my things.

I looked up at his face. It was his face then completely froze me. It was Dominic. Of course, it had been Dominic. With his milk chocolate skin tone and his beautiful hazel eyes, his curly hair bouncing in his face as he smirked at me. He put everything back in my bag for me then stood up and ran his fingers along my jawline. Then lifting up my chin.

"My dear, as much as I am hot, we do have class." His deep voice seemed to fill my senses. It was the type of voice that could command you in seconds. It was raspy and you knew it wasn't intentional nor forced. It was appealing to every girl he'd met after his massive glow-up. I blinked and shook my head. I had felt as if I had fallen into a trance.

I quickly got up slapping his hand away and grabbing my bag as he chuckled and I smile formed on his face. That cheeky stupid smile.. it was the one thing that never changed about him as he opened the door to our class for me. I rolled my eyes at him and walked straight into our classroom with pride. Not letting him be aware that he got to me at all. I sat at the second row as normal, struggling to hop up and onto the stole as he laughed at me. We had apparently been early, making us the only two students in the room. I flipped him off. I didn't understand why he felt as if today just had to be the day he'd decide he wanted to speak with me.

He came up behind me and grabbed me by my waist. His warm big hands squeezed me slightly and pushed me fully up. I looked down and saw the way his veins flexed, each one seeming to pop out like the sun beamed out for him even on such a gloomy day, ascending from the huge windows in the room starting to show them in higher definition. The sun was warm against his dark skin making his complexion look as if this was where he'd belong. I glared at him, yet still not rejecting the help seeing as I had literally spent all of a class period trying these stupid stools. He got into his with ease. He then opened his phone and started to text his girlfriend, Amelia.

No one necessarily liked Amelia. She was hanging onto her popularity by a thread, that thread being Dominic holding her up. I really didn't understand why he seemed to love her fake personality so much. She obviously would cheat on him, and be completely oblivious to how wrong it was. She annoyed almost everyone at our college with her "Bubbly" personality. It only disturbed me because even I new he deserved better. As much as she was pretty, he could always do much better.