The initial encounter

My first class went well, though a little too boring. My books were crammed inside my bag. When I looked through my spiral notebook for my next lecture, I saw that I had philosophy. I'm a shy person, as I previously stated, and I had no idea who to question about the philosophy class. When I turned around, I saw dark eyes staring at me intently. A misty-eyed guy with thick eyelashes and black curly hair almost covering his face peered at me. His eyes were moist and his gaze was warm. His look swept over my face before returning to my eyes, so I felt at ease speaking with him.

"Hey, umm....do you know where the psychology class is?" I inquired cautiously, but he seemed confused and rebuffed, ignoring me.

"Don't worry about him; he's always like this. What's your name? My name is Howie ", answered a girl with smokey eyes and scarlet lips seated next to him.

I'd completely missed the fact that he was flanked by someone. She appeared to be friendlier than he was, and they appeared to be close since she nudged him on the head with a friendly smile when she said that. With her pearly blonde braid and a puff, she appeared more sexy than sweet.

"I'm Jessica, but you can call me Jess," I said meekly, bending my honest smile.

When I stated that, his lips curved into a faint smile, and his eyes sparkled, but his smile swiftly vanished as he gave me directions to the philosophy lesson. It seemed as though he wanted to get rid of me talking to them all of a sudden.

His directions were a touch lethargic, but I made it after two wrong turns. Unlike my previous college in Florida, Kim Hugh College's philosophy class has a plethora of posters adorning the walls, many referring to philosophical issues. I was so engrossed in gazing at the posters that I took the first seat I came across.

The hasty entry of a petite podgy lecturer jolted me out of my interested gaze at the posters. From among the piles of books crammed within my backpack, I was eventually able to bring out my philosophy notebook.

"Please accept my apologies for being late today, my dear students. Look, I was excited, ate too much penne alla vodka in the school cafeteria, and then had to pay for it for the following two hours. Students, I'm sure you can sympathize with me. At the very least, it wasn't your toilet ", the professor quipped, causing all of the students, including myself, to burst out laughing.

"If it's important, you'll find a way; if it's not, you'll find an excuse," said the person in front of me, and I nearly fell out of my chair laughing.

I prodded the blonde to compliment him on his witty remark, then realized it was the same guy. I acknowledge that he is one of the most good looking people I've ever seen, but he is starting to scare me. Is it possible that he came to philosophy class because of me? I couldn't tell because I wasn't sure if he was in the class when I first arrived. He seemed surprised to see me at first, but then he gave me a devilish smirk and turned to face the lecturer.

I was afraid to say anything to him, so I ignored everything and listened to the lecture.

The lecturer laughed as he said it and then returned to what he wanted to teach us.

"I know that most of you are taking philosophy as a loan course, but I need you to know that it is extremely important in our human society," he began.

"Colors are of philosophical interest for a number of reasons," he continued after pausing to take a gander at all of the students. "One of the most compelling reasons is that color raises major metaphysical questions about the nature of both physical reality and mentality. My question is does color actually exist?"

He grinned at us as he scribbled enormous phrases on the whiteboard in his shaky handwriting.

I had an idea about the issue he asked because it was relevant to a specific psychology course, but I didn't want to raise my hand yet because I wanted others to speak first. Unfortunately, no one raised their hand except one person, and it was him again. I reasoned that if I raise my hand to answer the question, I'll beat him to his game and show who the boss is, so I did.

He was called first by the podgy lecturer, whose face curved in a sly grin.

"Yes, colors exist," he said, clearing his throat. " Objects appear to be a certain color because they absorb (or subtract) all visible light color".

As the guy spoke, the lecturer kept nodding and grinning, and when he finished, he sat down. After then, the lecturer asked me to say what I wanted to say.

"No, Colors do not exist" I said as I rose up.

When I stated that, everyone started murmuring, and the guy stared at me as if I was saying something stupid, but the lecturer kept nodding and smiling at me as well.

I kept going, "The first thing to keep in mind is that color does not exist... at least not in the normal sense. Apples and fire trucks aren't red, the sky and the sea aren't blue, and no one is objectively "black" or "white." However, color is not the same as light. Your brain is the sole creator of color ".. After saying that, I sat down.

Everyone looked at me as if I was out of my mind, but the lecturer chuckled and said, "They are both correct; the difference is that one is the whole answer and the other isn't."

The students erupted in laughter, and several tried to convince me that I was completely wrong. I just remained silent and scoffed at the grocery guy .

"That's really excellent of you, the two blondes," the lecturer continued, "but the female was more accurate."

The lecturer made things worse by pointing out that the grocery guy and I are both blondes; nevertheless, I was too pleased that I was correct and not him. He returned his scowl to me, but I gave him a "I don't care" attitude instead.

After that, the lecturer continued to describe the detailed notion of color in relation to philosophy and its dilemma, and the rest of the class grew tedious.....blah.....blah.....blah

The lesson finished in a whirlwind, and everyone went in the same route. Then I remembered Jake; I had a slew of questions for him to answer, but he hadn't even come to the ladies dorm to ask me. I strolled to the previous cafeteria because that was where most people have gone, and I needed to fill up my stomach because I couldn't eat much because of the creepy haired dude who had been stalking me earlier.

I stepped into the cafeteria and saw a large number of students in various groups. I had no idea the cafeteria could be so crowded; there wasn't a single free table, and I proceeded to the service counter to place my order for tray-served beef nachos, that's when I noticed two hands waving at me from opposing directions.

When I looked at them, the first thing I noticed was Lizzie with four guys, and the second thing I noticed was the sexy Howie with another group of people. Lizzie had ditched me for some worthless guys, so I wasn't ready to have a conversation with her. I skipped Lizzie's meeting and went straight to Howie's spot, not looking back.

I sat next to Howie because there was an available seat.

"Hey, Jess, meet my homies, homies meet Jess," Howie replied, his face flushed with mirth.

"This is Toby, the African hottie," she continued, gesturing at him.

I gave him an inquisitive gaze and a polite smile.

"It's good having you here," he remarked slowly, warming his eyes - touching them with humor, making his chocolate face look more vibrant and cheerful, and he continued eating the lunch he had paused eating when I sat with them.

She then pointed to the guy next to him, who pretended not to see me while eating on his burger; his callous asiatic expression made me feel a little offended.

"He is Kil, our bouncer," she said with a chuckle.

He didn't even glance at me when she introduced us; his mood was frigid.

She then gestured to the chick sitting next to him, who was wearing a lot of make-up compared to Howie's smokey badass look. Her hazel eyes danced as her face curled into a smile. Her smile was rapid and bright. Her voluminous hairdo, which was braided and wavy, almost completely obscured her brows.

""And this is Elina, Kil's twin sister," Howie paused for a while before continuing, motioning at the misty-eyed guy causing me shift my gaze to him, I caught him staring at me and when he saw I saw him watching me, he transferred his gaze from me to the window, "and finally, meet Iago, the hottest guy in Kim Hugh College, She giggled as she munched on a cheeseburger "..

"Yes, but some people think highly of themselves and are called the hottest, as if people don't have eyes to see the truth there in front of them," the Asian girl named Elina hissed, staring irritably at Lizzie's table, and the rest of them sighed unhappily.

I ate a mouthful of beef nachos, mystified as to why they were like that, and Howie observed my puzzled expression, "you see those people over there," she continued, diverting her focus from me to Lizzie's table, and I looked there as well.

"They are Kim Hugh's most popular and well-respected students, not because they deserve it, but because other students like them because they come from affluent families," she snarled, her brow furrowed.

"Is that why you guys don't like them?" I mumbled as I wiped the spilled beef from my lips.

"No, Jc, that's not why" Those people are liars and cheats. Students in Kim Hugh move in groups, some of whom are nerds, others are dimwits, and those you see there." Toby, the African guy, remarked, frantically glancing at Lizzie and the guys she was seated with, "they are the popular kids, some of the other students will forgo everything they have just to be friends with them."

'Do you really have to talk about them all the time?' asked a familiar voice as he approached our table. My fork slid out of my fingers as I narrowed my eyes at the figure and saw Jake literally standing in front of me.