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Day and Night

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Lexi’s POV

My alarm clock went off at exactly 7:45 like I had planned. My first class was at like 8:00…or was it 8:10? No idea, but all I know was that it was way too fucking early. Why did I decide to take such an early class? Oh yeah, because I was a late transfer and there were no other options. I swung my legs out from the top bunk and jumped down onto the floor. I heard a loud snap, shit. Sloan, my roommate, and I weren’t the most organized people. Okay, that’s the understatement of the year. We were the biggest slobs in the whole windy city of Chicago. I forget what color the floor of the carpet was because you can’t see it. It’s covered with clothes, papers, binders, empty food containers, and anything else under the sun. Sloan was a very interesting roommate, but I loved her. I could go for days or even a week without seeing her. Almost every time I did see her, she had a different appearance. She would also bring home random animals all the time, which I’m not going to lie, is a bit creepy. I looked at the bottom bunk, nope, she wasn’t here again. Shit, 7:55 already? I threw on a pair of baggy blue University of Florida sweatpants. I put on a pink tank top that hade a huge ketch-up stain on the front. I threw my red, frizzy mess that call hair onto the top of my head and looked in the mirror. I had forgotten to wash off my make-up last night, so I looked like a raccoon. A rather cute raccoon if you ask me. I put on a pair of flip-flops and threw open the dorm room and saw other people in winter jackets. Ugh. I ran back inside and put on a sweatshirt and scooped my books and bag up in my arms. I grew up in Florida and went to the University of Florida for my freshman and sophomore year of college. I wasn’t used to the cold of Chicago, I don’t even own a winter jacket. But that’s how I loved living life. Always living in the moment, never planning ahead. You have to love and live your life and not worry about tomorrow or the what ifs. I love being very crazy. I picked up a slight jog down the sidewalk of the city, shoving my books in my bags the whole time. It is too freaking cold to be early October! It should be sunny and in the 80’s. I looked down at my toes. The pink and green I had painted them was starting to begin to fade. I should really paint them again. But what color? Maybe a yellow or an orange! Oh, I know! Blue and orange! To represent the UF’s football colors. I was still a gator in heart! Apparently, you’re supposed to be looking ahead when walking on a bustling sidewalk, not at your lame-ass toes. Next thing I know, I had crashed into a strong man, almost making me fall on my ass and making him spill hot coffee on his white, freshly-pressed shirt.
“Fuck!” I yelled dropping my books and rooting out a piece of white-lined paper. “Here, use this to clean it off?” I said pressing it hard against his chest. Oh damn, I could feel his defined muscles beneath the light fabric. He must be a body builder or maybe my favorite, a football player. He looked young enough to be a senior or junior. He had spiky brown hair and deep brown eyes. I could clearly tell that he had pressed his jeans. Who irons their jeans?
“You did enough, thanks.” Mystery man snapped pushing my hands off of him.
“Sorry. You don’t need to be rude, I didn’t mean to do it.” I said frowning.
He ran a hand through his hair. “You’re right, I’m sorry. This is just very stressful.”
I rolled my eyes at him. “If getting coffee spilled on you is the worst thing in your life, then your pretty fucking lucky.”
“I don’t think it’s appropriate to curse in front of some one you don’t know and to insult some one you don’t know.” He said calmly, “And do you do realize you have black streaks running down your face?” He asked.
I waved my hand at him. “Yeah I know, I was running late for class.” I explained.
“Then don’t you have to get to class?” He asked confused.
I shrugged. “If I’m already late, then what’s the point on going?”
He stared at me. “You could at least make an effort.”
“Nah. What’s the fun in that? How about you come back to my dorm room. I think I have some of that Tide pen crap.”
“Then why don’t you use it on your shirt?” He asked bluntly.
I wagged my finger at him. “Rude, rude, rude, rude.”
“And what do you think would make me follow a stranger back to their dorm room? You could be taking back to kill me.” He said very seriously. Wow, I have never met such a killjoy before. Too bad, he’s pretty hot.
“Oh wow, you figured me out! Damn it.” I said sarcastically before snapping my fingers. “I’m going, you can follow me or not.” I said before turning around and marching forward.
“You forgot your books!” He shouted and he was kneeling on the sidewalk picking them up and then he handed them to me.
“Well, you really are a gentleman.” I said grinning before taking them and turning back around. After a few seconds, I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I made the whole walk back to my dorm building without looking back once. I stopped in front of my door before turning behind.
“So what’s your name? My name is Lexi.”
“Is Lexi short for something?” He asked me.
I narrowed my eyes at him, “Yes, it’s short for Alexa..”
He shook his head, “Okay, I’m going to call you Alexa than, nicknames are silly. My name is Jonathan.”
“Don’t call me Alexa, that’s what my mom calls me, Jonny.” I said taunting him. I opened the door and I heard him gasp behind me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“How do you live like this?” He asked appalled. I laughed, it’s not the first time a neat freak has nearly had a heart attack in my room.
“It’s only a pain when I come home drunk and fall over things and break them.” I explained carefully picking me way through the mess. When I get bored, I like to think of it as a game, trying to get through without breaking anything.
“Does that happen often?” He asked.
I laughed. “So nosy, aren’t you? But yes, probably almost every Friday or Saturday night.”
“Why do you do that to yourself?” Jonathan asked again, but this time I felt like he was scolding me.
“So you’re telling me you don’t drink?” I scoffed putting my hands on my hips.
Finally, he cracked a smile, an honest to god smile. “No, the job I do almost makes me required to drink, I just don’t get trashed.”
Hm, a job paid to get drink? Heaven! “What do you work? A beer tester or something?”
Jonny shook his head, “Something like that.” He said airily. I raised an eyebrow at him and he quickly changed the subject. “So you know you could get help or something with this room?”
Oh no, not another one of those people. “If you’re from TLC or something wanting to do a special on messed up slobs, you have the wrong girl here buddy.” I tried to explain nicely.
He held his hands up. “I am not from TLC, trust me. All those birthing shows creep me out. My roommate on the road loves them, though.” Jonny said shuddering.
“Roommate? Road?” I asked confused.
He looked quickly around the room before looking at his hand. “My job causes me to travel a lot, and my company is poor so we have to room together.” I found a granola bar on the floor and suddenly realized I was starving. I checked the expiration date; eh it was only two weeks ago.
“I threw a few piles of clothes around on the floor. Ah-hah! There that little sucker was. I tossed it to him and he examined it before opening. It then promptly begins fizzing white, gooey liquid out all over his shirt and hands. Not only did he have a coffee stain due to me, he had now had some mutant sticky stuff on him. He frowned, I was doing the opposite, and I couldn’t stop laughing.
Jonny frowned at me, “It’s not funny.” He pouted.
I leaned over trying to catch my breath. “I wish you could have just seen the look on your face. Priceless.” He continued to just stare at me, not getting what I saw funny. “Okay, seriously though, let me pay for your dry cleaners bill.”
Jon waved his hands. “That’s not necessary.”
I stomped my foot. “But I want to, please.”
He sighed. “Fine. Maybe we could uh..talk about it sometime.”
“Okay?” I said confused.
“Maybe over coffee.” Jonny said shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Got it. Sounds fun.” I said enthusiastically.
He looked up at me before quickly looking down. “Like just me and you. Discussing things over coffee.” He then regretted what he said for some reason, “Very fun though! We can be friendly with each other. Oh wait, no, I don’t mean that! Us as two adults could calmly discuss what happened today over some hot coffee in a coffee shop, with lots of people around, just only us sharing a table.” Jonny rambled on.
I tried to stop from laughing again, he was obviously very nervous about even asking a girl out as a friend.
“That’s what I figured Jonny-boy.”
“Jonathan.” He quickly corrected.
“Here, let me give you my number.” I said before searching around the room. Crap, where is a pen and paper when you need it? I settled for the next best thing and wrote it down on a tissue with eyeliner. “There you go.”
Jon studied it for a moment before shoving it in his pocket. He rocked back and forth on his feet. “So I’ll um, call you sometime.”
“Okay, now get out of here before you faint from my mess.” I said waving my hand at him. Jonny quickly did exit, taking my advice. So, I missed a class that may make me fail this marking period of college. But a hot guy asked me for my number. Totally worth it.