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	Felix felt like a fool walking around with his backpack this early but he would rather  people see him running around with a backpack as opposed to the course books that he was going to be purchasing. It wasn't that he was truly dedicated to his studies but he had wanted to get the best schoolbooks. Felix didn't want the completely new books still in their wrappers the books that Felix wanted, he wanted the slightly used textbooks that people have highlighted all the most useful information. He knew that almost any favour can be bought for a price but Felix had preferred to grind it out himself, he got a little bit of his fathers blue collar mentality. The textbook thing was to make more time for the things that he actually preferred doing, playing soccer maybe even taking a class in mixed martial arts since he had been watching a lot of it and thought it would be interesting.

	Felix had his backpack on and turned around and notice that a female that he was pretty sure was named Raquel or Rachel or something like that (he may have been rich but he had never really worried about knowing everybody or their business) had been looking his way and was chuckling. Ohh dear great lord was it going to start early this year? He might be safe if she thinks that he is rich , well why would she think he is rich ... she just seen the car that he had grabbed his backpack from. Why did he even care what she thought about him ... oh god he was hopeless. After his mind became a little more normally focused again he noticed that the blonde bombshell people called 'Cece' was next to her just talking away, just looking at her for a moment he definitely knew why she was a model. Her body tone definitely matched the criteria for being a model. Felix shook his head and spoke under his breathe [color=Yellow] "Come on Felix keep it together, lets go get our books grab some coffee than figure out something to do. Take a deep breath and lets go." [/color] 

	Felix took a deep breathe locked the doors to his car and took two steps looking down to see a rock. He thought that he would treat this like a free kick in soccer aiming it between the two tires of the car ahead of him and underneath the bumped acting as the cross bar. He flicked the rock perfectly underneath the car and the crowd went crazy! However there was no celebrating to be done as he noticed that the rock went underneath the car he also noticed that his orange and black Adidas high top was no longer on his right foot. It was now soaring through the air an like it had a mind of its own! It only was a couple of seconds before the shoe found its temporary location ... it landed right in between Cece and the male whom she was speaking with! Felix immediately hit the pavement to avoid instant humiliation, since not all humiliation was to be avoided since he did need to get his shoe back. Yes he was rich and could have just bought another shoe to replace the one that was now MIA but there was two small problems with that one larger than the other. One; he didn't have a backup pair of shoes and he had to make it through this day and secondly but most important they were a gift from his father with FB#51 custom stitched on the tongue of the high top. 

	Holy smokes this might have been the worst start to any university or even school year ever. He figured that he wasn't going to have a magic fairy return the shoe so he would have to man up and walk over and get it. [color=Yellow] "Oh man I hope that my shoe doesn't stink, I don't want to make this scenario any worse than it needs to be" [/color] Felix bent down and tied his other shoe since he didn't want it to try and make its mad escape as well. Felix took another deep breath and started the journey that felt like an eternity to get there even though it was only like around two cars to get there. Felix was now only a couple 'feet' away from CeCe, unknown to him male and his Adidas high top.