Rose's POV_I stood in front of my first class for the day, a smile plastered on my lips with my books in my hand. Just from the exterior, one could tell many differences between high school and college. College was bigger and seemed less nosier than high school. Just as I stepped into the class, I was bumped into and the force sent me to the ground, scattering my books. I rubbed the spot and waited for a harsh remark or a push to further worsen my situation, but instead, I saw a hand reach out to me. "Oh my goodness, are you okay?" Her voice was warm. Confused, I got up on my own and rearranged my outfit. "I should have been more careful," I started to apologize, unwilling to create a scene on my first day with someone who ranked higher than me. "No, it was me who bumped into you. I should have watched where I was going, I'm sorry," the words dropped my jaw and for the first few seconds, I was speechless.I raised my brows to stare at her, she was beautiful and I could on

Rose's POV_"Rose!" I looked up to see Emily waving at me, I quickly ran to meet her where she sat on the bench. "Did you wait for long?" I asked. "Nope, let's go!" She beamed as we headed out of school together. It had been a whole week since I started college and thanks to Emily, my days were not always bad. "So my Dad got me some new training kits, I can't wait to try them out with you," she said. "You're staying longer today, right? My mom's making brownies!" "I'm sorry, Em. I have to make dinner for my mom today so I have to be home before dinnertime," I said. Emily had been a good friend so far, I couldn't deny that her training had helped me feel better about myself. I also secretly trained with Carla and Ryan never ceased to shower me with encouragement. Although I didn't see Ryan much in college, as he was mostly in the male's dormitory, the moments we spent together were always worth it. Ryan had my back and he was one person I could count on if I ever needed

Rose's POV_"No. No. Nope. Absolutely not. No.." Emily kept going as she flung my dresses, ransacking my closet for suitable wear for the bonfire ball. I sat on my bed, leaving the chore to her while I watched. Fed up, she turned to me and sighed."We're going shopping," she said, as though already deciding for the both of us. "What happened to my clothes? I think they're pretty decent." "Of course, they are, sweetie but you're in college now not Middle School. In college, it's more or less a dressing competition and we have to be one of the winners!" She exclaimed. Giving me no chance to speak, she grabbed my wrist and gently pulled me with her. Her driver took us to the mall and Emily picked out our dresses, checking with me from time to time to see if I liked them too. "This one is just perfect for the party!" She placed a dress on my body and checked it out. It was a green backless dress with long fitted hands and a v-cut in front. I had never worn anything like that