Melanie bent down to slip her pink ballet flat back on to her foot. This was the fourth time today it slipped off, but she hardly paid it any mind; nothing that happened today could bring her down. Tonight was the first formal for the sorority she was rushing, and she was going to turn heads. She had spent hours at the mall the previous weekend trying to find the perfect dress to show off to her future sisters.
She ached for approval, and longed to receive it this evening under the soft lights of the ball-themed formal.
“What did you say? Sorry, I missed it,” Melanie interrupted, sunlight blinding her as she looked up to Brandon. She rose to her feet, shoe and sense of self secured.
Brandon frowned. He knew the maintenance of their friendship would be difficult during their sophomore year. With Melanie joining her sorority and Brandon striving to keep up in his engineering classes, they were rarely in the same place at the same time. Although Melanie seemed ecstatic to be living out her college fantasies, Brandon couldn’t be more miserable.
He had known since his first general engineering class he wasn’t cut out to be an engineer. If his differential equations class didn’t prove to be the crux of his misery, it would be linear algebra.
“Why don’t you just change majors?” Melanie had asked. He had come to her, sobbing, after he received the grade for his first test. She didn’t understand why it was such a big deal. If he wasn’t content with engineering, he should try something else.
He had bared his soul to her, and she had answered as flippantly as if he had asked which shirt to wear.