My name's Phoebe, but most people call me Peebles, although I've never been sure why. You'll recognize me around campus with my bright pink hair.
Biology and chemistry are my majors, I really want to get into science, aiming for the Nobel Prize! Apparently my ancestry are kings and queens as well, that's something interesting about me.

I was walking back from the library, it was only lunchtime so the pavilion was packed, and there was live music playing. My friends and I decided to have some coffee and sushi while we listened to this, may I say really stunning girl, sing. She had long black hair and equally as dark eyes, those were the ones that captivated me.

We had no money to spare, as most broke college students, but I just wanted to give this dark haired beauty all the money I could find. I only had a couple of dollars, so I walked over tentatively and put them in her guitar case. Smiling as I looked up to display my gratitude, she smiled and winked back at me. Engraved at the bottom of her case was 'It's Marcilene, bitch'. As I walked away, I laughed and started telling my friends about 'Marcilene's' guitar case. I glanced at her, only to find her staring right at me while singing. It was like she was singing only to me. I was literally melting beneath her gaze.

I've never really been into guys, although it wasn't expected of a science nerd like me to be into anyone, but this girl really got to me.

Marcilene.

Marcilene played for another couple of songs before she packed up her things and headed straight towards me. Placing her guitar next to my books, her confident voice rang out,

"Thank you so much for the money, it's the most I've received for a really long time. It's Marcilene, by the way. Your hair is amazing!"
"I know! Oh. Wow, yeah thank you! I saw your guitar case, it was funny." I could feel my blush, hopefully it just looked like my hair was covering my face. "It's Peebles." That's when it happened, she smiled. Her row of perfect, white teeth lit up her entire face. I couldn't even breathe for a second. God, she was so gorgeous. My phone was quickly snatched out of my hand, when I snapped my neck to look what just happened, she was putting her number in my phone. Holy shit I just got her number.

"You have great taste in music, obviously", she laughed "Let's hang out some time, text me tonight and we can discuss when you're next free." Marcilene picked up her guitar and sauntered off, her tight black jeans hugging every curve, as her long hair trailed down her back.

And that was it. It's all I needed. That's how I met this cocky, goddess-like beauty called Marcilene. I am definitely texting her tonight.