Okay, my first Calvin and Hobbes and Susie fic, so please be nice!

Susie POV

"No." I say. Looking around frantically. "No way."

"Yep. Your boyfriend's a dick." She nodded, sucking on her annoying lollipop. But Riz was always annoying.

I could feel my eyes wetting. "But- but it's graduation! He's not going to break up with me on graduation."

She popped the gum she found inside the lollipop. "He told Ben (her boyfriend) that he didn't want ties to this town after graduation."

I sighed. "But he's going to school the next town over!"

"Don't ask me." Pop. I wanted to smack her in the face.

"Smile!" I heard the nasal voice of a teacher as she flashed something in front of my eyes.

And that was how I remembered high school. Not when I was accepted into Yale, not the fact that I made my first best friend. No. It was the fact that my boyfriend broke up with me through the grapevine on graduation day. The very last minutes ruined four years of memories.

I sigh and throw the framed picture onto the bed. I open my phone as I fall on the bed as well. I press six speed dial and I hear the happy voice of my friend.

"Hello Susie-Q! How's the IV leagues?" she said, I could hear her chewing gum.

"Hello Riz! And oh… you know…" I trailed off, remembering my meeting with my new roommate. She was a physics major, her hair neatly braided and her things already unpacked. She just narrowed her eyes and pushed up her glasses, deciding it would be easier to ignore me.

"Not so good, huh? Let me guess…. Oh!" I could almost see her, her phone wedged between her shoulder and chin, holding onto a cardboard box as she trucked it up the staircase herself. Why did she have to go to NYU? It's too far away. "Sorry about that Suzy-Q! Just dropped my toaster. So your roommate is not better than me, right?" She asked expectantly.

"Of course not! Trust me, she is just a bundle of fun." I sighed, unpacking my things. It really did unsettle me that she (I think my paper said her name was Sybil) was already unpacked. In my school I was the best. The kid who was optimum cheating material, the kid who always had her homework right. But here it already seemed like I was behind a few steps.

She let out a happy giggle, something that was not uncommon for her. "Well that's great! So, did you see Doug yet? I don't know if you want too though." Doug was the only kid we knew also coming to Yale.

"No. And I don't want to see him." I said lightly, remembering his knapsack that carried his laptop. No. Just…no.

"Well me and Ben are going to so get a bite to eat. Remember! This Saturday, you are in NY! I'll give you the formal tour!"

"Bye." I smiled, wishing once again that she were here.

"See ya!" she yelled into the phone, no doubt making the act of shutting the phone a lot harder than it should be.

I sat there, looking up at the off white ceiling until I dozed off. When I woke up it was just about time for my physics class. I stuffed my things into my bag and made my way onto the campus. It was not until I passed the sixth group of friends that I realized that I was lonely. Maybe I'd have to talk to Doug after all.

I was the tenth one into my advanced physics class. I smiled and sat down, satisfied that I finally did something right.

"Look, I don't care what my counselor has to say! I am not taking this class!" I heard someone yelling from the other side of the door.

"Mr. Jackson, if you don't take the class, we cannot graduate you. Don't take my class, by all means. Just don't complain once you realize you've wasted fifty thousand."

A sigh came and I could hear the person stomping into the room. I sat straight, realizing that I was trying to get a good glimpse.

Of course he sat down next to me, giving the board the death stare as I tried not to stare at the interesting figure.

Then: "Are you just going to ignore me? I'm Roger if you care to know." He said, still angry.

I turned to him, a bit put off. "Susie. And I didn't know I had to be so courteous to someone who yells at professors."

I turned, taking his wide hand in a firm shake. He had messy black hair and grey eyes. His frown was wide and I could tell that was its normal pretense. He looked around, glaring again. "Oh I forgot. This is the front. Only the studious ones sit here."

I straighten myself back to facing the board. "Nothing is wrong for being studious."

I turned to see him staring at me. "What?" I asked.

"You really do believe that?"

I nodded curtly, smiling. He was getting on my nerves. "We are in Yale, right?"

He just rolled his eyes and before he could say anything witty the teacher began his lecture.

When it ended, I tried to get out of there before the annoying Roger could begin to talk to me. But of course I could not do it.

"Studious Susie. I'm taking you out to coffee." He said, smiling behind me.

"It's two o'clock on a Monday."

"What does that mean?" he said, holding onto my arm and leading me somewhere in New Haven.

"It's like wine on Sunday morning. Overdoing it." I said, angry he was forcing me against my will.

"Ah, you know it! There is this great coffee place just two blocks down. We are meeting my friend." He said, dodging traffic as we sprinted across the crosswalk when it clearly had the little red hand. This was going to be a long eight years.

And so I gave up, saying the words When in Rome in my mind. "So where'd you come from?"

He gave a smirk. "Midwest." We stopped in front of this place that looked like a shack.

"This place has good coffee?" I asked skeptically.

"The best. And besides, Calvin always hangs here." He said and went inside. I looked up. Calvin? At Yale? That can't be the annoying person that I knew back in those middle school years. He moved to Indiana freshman year. My curiosity piqued, I stepped into the hole. I turned to the tables. Hidden behind a book was a mess of blonde hair, was lanky tall kid, stretching past the table. But it was not his hair that convinced me that it was the Calvin I knew. Right next him, propped up next to his backpack was a stuffed orange tiger.

"Susie? What do you want to drink?" Roger said. My name must have done something to Calvin, because he looked up from his book and searched for Roger's voice. For some reason, I faced the other way. I did not want him to see me. Yale was not the place where I wanted to start middle school antics again.

"I going to go." I said, turning out of the store on my heel. I did not need a crazy blonde and his orange tiger to bother me in college. I was too mature for that. Maybe.

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