K.C
P.O.V: First Person & Third-Person Limited.
Bright and early on a Monday morning. Here I am, walking to my first class. By the way, I'm late. Happy first day of class to me, I guess. Regardless of me being late, I'm still making the most out of it. My newly bought headphones have the best noise cancellation feature and my outfit is perfect, as always.
Unfortunately, the only thing that makes me hate all of my outfits is my body. That's another topic for another day. My first class of the day is a math class. I genuinely hate that considering the fact that I'm majoring in sociology with a minor in psychology. I'm also taking additional fashion classes because I love to dress. Man, walking into this class is torture. Pure torture.
Eventually, Kendall is in her math class sitting at the very back. Her music is loud in her ears, just how she likes it. She does the assignments as well as she can. She turns in her assignments and sits back down, her curious eyes roaming the room. Kendall's eyes land on a certain person in the opposite corner across from her.
The boy has his hood over his head and headphones over his ears. The first thing Kendall notices about this boy is his fashion style. "Man, he can dress." Kendall thought to herself, admiring him from a distance. Kendall wants to introduce herself. She's always been open to making new friends, but her insecurities have always held her back.
Kendall stops staring, not wanting to seem rude. She decides to just scroll on her phone until her next class.
That boy looks mysterious. Not in a cringy way, he just seems like the private type. I wonder where he gets his clothes from. I wonder what his name is.
My first fashion class is next. I need to catch up with Aaliyah to see if she might know him. Why am I even worried about this dude? I have better things to do. Plus, I don't even want new friends. I get judged too easily.