It was an exhilarating kind of feeling. Not quite an adrenaline rush, but somewhere between nervous anxiety and excitement. It was the first day of spring semester classes and Angel was buzzing with anticipation.
This was Angel's junior year so she was used to the first day of classes routine, but today was different.
Angel had just transferred last fall to Jordana University to start her junior year and complete her Bachelor's Degree in Chemistry.
The fall semester was amazing with Angel making tons of friends, having lots of fun and still managing to pull off a 3.8 G.P.A.
Making friends was never a hard thing for Angel. She had always been very social, confident and intelligent.
She was able to get along with everyone. If you were shy, she would bring you out of your shell, if you were a jokester, she would make you laugh.
Angel was the kind of person that was able to give everyone just what they needed.
No, making friends was definitely not what was making Angel feel this way. No, it was that buzzing anticipation that all students feel on the first day of classes.
As confident as Angel was, she was still new to this school and this was her first time having a class in this building.
Angel smoothed down her shoulder length brown hair that framed her caramel face. She looked at herself in the mirror.
Some considered her 5' 9" frame tall, but Angel considered herself average height. She shifted and ran a hand over her 40 D sized breasts making sure to remove any stray lint all the way down to her flat stomach.
Her face turned up into her signature smirk as she turned and admired her fit/average frame and muscular legs.
"I may be nervous, she thought to herself, but at least I look good and confidence is always key." Her amber brown eyes took one last look in the mirror and she left the bathroom to head for her class.
Angel had just sat down in her second Tuesday class, a dissection lab, and decided to mildly peruse her classmates. Scanning the room while waiting on class to start, she noticed the typical college students. A jock here, a stoner there, and a girl that was used to getting everything she wants, the average joe's and the teacher's pet.
Before she could finish perusing, however, a new girl walked in and sat down next to Angel.
She was around 5' 6", with an athletic build, small breasts and brown skin that was a few touches darker than Angel's light complexion. She had a cute face that she hid behind glasses and a waterfall of long silky dark brown hair. Angel immediately relaxed; she could tell by the way the girl walked in the class and the air about her that she would at least be able to make one friend in the class.
Soon after everyone was seated, the teacher started the dissection lab. While taking notes from the teacher's power point, Angel couldn't help but glance and notice that the girl sitting next to her with the brown skin, had a tattoo.
Angel couldn't quite make out what it was, but it looked to be a symbol of some kind. While Angel leaned over to try and get a better view, the teacher decided at that moment to call on their group.
Angel snapped out of her reverie and answered the question. The teacher continued giving notes and asking questions of the groups until the class period was over. Angel gathered her belongings, turned on her mp3 player and walked back to her apartment.
When she got back to her apartment she noticed that her roommate was there.
"Hey Mickey!" Angel shouted. Angel's roommate's real name was Madeline but she liked to be called Mickey.
"Hi Angel, how was class?" Madeline said.
"It was ok, my biology class was surprisingly interesting considering how much I was against it, but my dissection lab was gross." Angel laughingly replied.
"Why was it gross?" Madeline asked while placing her food in the microwave.
"We are going to dissect a rat!" Angel exclaimed while mashing her face up.
"Yuck! I'm so glad I am a business major." Madeline said shaking her head with a laugh as she removed her food.
"Yes count yourself lucky that you don't have to take all these expensive science classes and stare at guts for an hour. When is your first class anyway?" Angel inquired removing a bowl from the cabinet.
"Some of my business classes don't start until next week, but I have this psychology class tonight from 7 to 9." Madeline said with a pout.
"Haha! And I will watch TV and think about you." Angel said with laughter. She then stopped and turned to Madeline with a serious look on her face and said, "So Mickey?"
"Yes Ang?" Madeline answered hesitantly.
"How's the love life going, I know something was going on with you and Javon before winter break but I was trying to stay out of it." Angel put gently.
"You're right, there WAS something going on, but I ended it." Madeline said shaking her head and putting it down.
"Why? Now I know he acts like he is the suave super player but that's my best friend, and I know when he really likes someone and believe me, he WAS and IS really into you." Angel said turning toward Madeline.
"Why would he like someone like me?" Madeline asked.
"Are you being serious with me right now?" Angel asked, her voice rising with hysterics.
"Yea," Madeline said looking up slightly puzzled.
"He likes you because he sees the same things that I see. A gorgeous young woman who takes care of herself, is intelligent....." Angel began.
"Is fat," Madeline interrupted.
Angel slightly growled, "and why are you thinking this again?"
"My sister took me shopping yesterday and......" Madeline began.
"Ugh, when are you going to stop listening to her," Angel interrupted.
"Little miss I'm so skinny and perfect is miserable, that's why she says those things Mick. I mean come on she's thirty and is still competing with her 19 year old sister. Oh you bought Madeline and iPhone mommy, get me one too. Really!!!" Angel said before sighing.
Angel really disliked when people tried to bring her friends down, especially family members. Madeline's sister was an extreme case. Not only was she the bitch from hell to her sister, but she had also tried to sleep with one of Angel's ex-boyfriends when she was still dating him.
"Look, Mick you are not fat, you are curvy. You really need to stop listening to your sister." Angel moved closer to Mickey and gave her a hug.
"Do you know how many women would kill to have your figure and your smooth skin?" Angel said and Madeline laughed.
"Not to mention your hair I mean come on, do you know how much I have to pay to get something remotely close to this?" Angel questioned.
When Mickey shook her head no Angel replied, "150 dollars minimum and that's on a good day with a sale and that's not counting getting it put in." Madeline continued to laugh.
"Don't let your sister suck you into her misery and take you away from a good guy." Angel began.
"I mean come on," Angel said while nudging Mickey in the ribs with her elbow, "he's going to school to become a doctor, A DOCTOR!! Do you know how many women would kill for a good man, especially a good black man, who's going to school to be a doctor, A DOCTOR!"
"That is true," Madeline said nodding her head in agreement and smiling.
"I mean do you know what your fights would be like," Angel asked and watched Madeline shake her head no.
"He'd be like I'm so sorry for forgetting to pick up dinner last week honey, here's a Porsche." Angel said mimicking a man's voice. It was so comical that Mickey burst out laughing at Angels joke.
"Eh, maybe he'd get me a Porsche for getting you guys together," Angel said with smiles.
"Anyway Micks, give him another chance ok." Angel said finishing her speech and hugging Madeline one last time.
