Waiting for the Sun

Chapter 1: College is for Cool Kids

College. Since 2010, college has been the thing that has driven ninety billion people to tears every year. That's a science fact. Probably. But it was fine! It was a bright, sunny day, people were out on the campus grounds enjoying the weather and slacking off. And Amity Blight was making her way from the central fountain to her next class, waving one of her classmates goodbye.

Amity was a good student. A very good student. She didn't have many friends, bar Willow and Gus. Friends since high school, never to split apart (but never to really talk too much to each other anyways). And there was always Boscha. But Amity had to admit that hanging out with Boscha wasn't always in the best interest of her grades.

Because Amity cared about those grades. They were the thing that brought her confidence, they were a constant reminder that she was doing well, a constant reminder of her intelligence (not that she needed one), and a constant reminder that she was a Blight, and that the Blight family was not one that you messed with.

That message hadn't gotten to someone though.

Just as Amity had gotten focused on what she was going to be doing for her humanities project, she found herself nearly tripping over her books which were now on the floor. Laughter rose from a familiar voice, and Amity caught a glimpse of the dirty Converse shoe passing her by.

Luz. Fucking. Noceda.

She has been a thorn in Amity's side ever since she got here. She didn't even know if she was older than her, all she knew is that she was a classic bully. Every chance she got, she was doing something to Amity. Knocking her books out of her hand, tripping her over, covering the door knob to her apartment with super glue. Filling her shoes with Vaseline (she doesn't even want to know how they managed that), tying her shoelaces to her chair, flicking her on the back of the head and then tripping her. All the time. She was a bully, and Amity felt like her only target.

Amity growled as she collected her things, apparently stil within Luz's earshot

"Damn, what are you, a dog or some shit?" Luz asked, turning to walk backwards.

Amity didn't say anything, and instead decided to turn and take the long way to class.

"She didn't even have a fucking book with her," Amity grumbled to herself as she made her way down one of the quieter wings of the school, "Can she not at least pretend to care?? Or like that she even goes here?"

Amity would be the first to admit that she did have a problem of judging people by their diligence. She never understood why people couldn't like learning, or couldn't enjoy trying to be their best academically. And intelligence quickly became one of the factors she was quick to judge people about. Being smart was sexy, and she didn't care how cheesy that sounded, because it rang true. Though that would lead to her being quick to judge people - like Luz Fucking Noceda - especially when they openly talked about disliking learning.

But she could finally get her mind off of that incidient, off of Luz Fucking Noceda and how stupid she is, and onto her class. She made her way to her usual spot, high enough to get some distance and see the board better, but close enough to still be close to the professor. Perfectly balanced!

So now, she could finally focus on the lecture.

She couldn't focus on the lecture.

Amity couldn't think clearly. Every time she tried to focus on the professor's words, her mind drifted off. Back to Luz. her laughter, her voice, those dirty Converse shoes - Amity could swear they had to be 7 years old, much like Luz herself sometimes.

That taunt kept ringing in her head.

She isn't a fucking dog. She was Amity Blight. She was a Blight, god damnit, and Blight's don't let themselves be walked over. They don't let themselves be put down by an admittedly attractive Dominican girl just because it made her laugh and smile - Woah. Ok, that got a little heavy.