A/N: Hey y'all! The sequel is up! NOTE! If you have not read 'The Game' it is okay, you can still read this without feeling lost, promise! However, I do suggest that you read The Game at some point!

Another matter to discuss, after 'The Game' was stolen from this website, I took down all but a few chapters of 'The Game' from fictionpress and put them on Wattpad. If you do not know what Wattpad is, then google it. You'll find it. My username is the same on there as it is on here, so it shouldn't be hard to find. That being said, I am only putting 3-4 chapters of 'The Awakening' on here before I'll direct you to Wattpad anyway (: Sorry for the inconvenience.

As you'll find out, the sequel is written in Leah's POV. Some of you, many of you, will hate her immediately because she's not Jenna. Just give her time. She seems like a bad person, but she isn't. I promise. Just give her time.

That's all! Just don't forget to...



Chapter One

My new roommate was chattering incessantly while I unpacked my last suitcase in my new dorm room. Luckily, the hall I was in was nice. In each suite, there were two rooms, four people, two bathrooms and a kitchenette. If I was worried about dorm life, I wasn't anymore; now my only worry was that my roommate would never shut up.

"Do you know where the gym is?" I asked her, cutting her off midstream about whatever it was that she was chattering on about.

"Yeah. Are you going there?"

I nodded. "I heard that it was massive, and there was an indoor track."

"Oh, you're a runner?"

I nodded. "Yeah, cross country all through high school."

"That's really cool! It takes me, like, eleven minutes to run one mile." She grinned. "Sports aren't really my thing. How fast can you run a mile?"

"I clocked it at 4:11 once."

"That's amazing!"

I nodded, shrugging my shoulders. It's not like Lauren was ever going to time me. The fastest I was ever able to get was 5:06, and just once. Lauren obviously didn't realize that the fastest mile ran by a woman was just under 4:13. "It's alright."

Lauren grinned. "Come on, I'll show you where it is."

I nodded and followed her out of the room, calling a quick goodbye to the other two girls still in our suite. "So where are you from?"


"Florida's a lot different from Tennessee. How do you like it so far?"

"Oh I love it. I've always liked Florida, especially with the beach not too far away from here. It'll be a nice place to escape to once things start to get crazy."

Lauren nodded her head. "You think I talk too much, don't you?" She asked all of a sudden.

I was taken aback by her abruptness and stopped myself from yelling that yes, yes I did think she talked too much, and that I would love it if she would just stop talking. "No, no you're fine. I don't mind it, really."

"Oh good! I just can't help but talk a lot. I talk when I'm nervous. I talk when I'm excited. I talk when I'm bored. I talk when I'm not bored. I love to talk. Oh! Look, here it is already! Are you going to run today?"

I nodded. "Alright, well I'll see you later."

"Definitely. Hey! Do you want to go get pizza tonight?"

No, actually, I don't want to go get pizza with you. You irritate the crap out of me. "Sure." I wanted to shoot myself for agreeing to get pizza with Lauren Stevens. This was going to be a long semester.

"Great! Be ready for seven!" With that, Lauren turned on her heal and walked away, leaving me to my thoughts once again.

I adjusted my Nike bag on my shoulder and made my way up the stairs. The gym was really nice, with a place to get food in the center of the complex, rooms to practice racquet ball in, basketball gyms, fitness gyms and my favorite part of it all, the indoor track. There were a few guys doing laps and I felt a nervous flutter in the pit of my stomach.

Ignoring it, I made my way up another flight of stairs to the locker room, changed my clothes and stretched just a little bit before running. I was determined to get my mile under five minutes. I came out of the locker room and as soon as my foot hit the track, I began running. I picked up the speed until I felt like I was flying. I put my head down as I ran and, as luck would have it, ran into someone. I fell back, although the stranger caught me. "Woah, there. You should probably pay attention," he said, smiling.

I looked up at him and felt my cheeks heat up. He had broad shoulders, a face chiseled by God himself, dark hair and beautiful eyes. I was in love. "O..oh, ummm, yeah, I…I should."

He smiled and righted me, although my knees were weak from his beautiful smile. They don't make people like that where I'm from. That was one beautiful man. Beautiful was too nice of a word. "You should probably keep your head up from now on."

"P…probably." Oh God! He was going to think that I stutter!

He smiled one last time and walked past me, patting me on the shoulder.

"Wait!" I screamed. He turned around and waited for me to speak. "Umm.. I mean… Do you want to go out to get pizza with me and another girl tonight?" What are you doing, Leah! Asking him to get pizza with you? You don't even know him!

He chuckled and shook his head apologetically. "Sorry, I already have plans."

"Cool! Maybe another time then?"

He shrugged. "I've got plans almost every night. Sorry." He turned and walked away from me, leaving me there to feel like a total idiot. I felt my cheeks turn red as I watched his retreating form. I was just rejected by probably one of the top ten beautiful guys and I wanted to hide under a rock. Better yet, I wanted to die. The only thing that made the situation any better was that no one else had seen the exchange. Otherwise, they would have seen me run into someone, stutter and then get rejected. Not the beginning to college that I had in mind.

Before coming here, I had envisioned the perfect roommate, lots of friends and a hot guy to sweep me off my feet the first day I got there. I didn't have the perfect roommate, I still didn't have friends and the guy that did sweep me off of my feet would rather put me back down. And then walk away. Oh wait, he did walk away…

Angry with myself, I turned my attention back to the track. Pushing forward, adrenaline fueling me, I ran. I ran and ran until it felt like my lungs were going to give out. I stopped halfway through my last lap and leaned down, resting my forearms on my legs. Breathing heavily, I waited for my heart rate to slow down. "You were really pushing yourself out there," a deep voice said.

My heart fluttered in hopes that it was the guy from earlier. My hopes were dashed as soon as I looked up. The guy standing in front of me was average; skinny, too sharp of features and long, sand colored hair. "Not really," I said, although the reality of it was that I was pushing myself harder than I ever had before.

He shrugged. "You run a lot?"

I nodded.

"You must be a freshman. I've never seen you up here before."

"What are you, the track police?" I snapped, standing up all the way and walking away, feeling only a little guilty for snapping.

"No. Just some random guy that's up here all the time. That same guy has never seen you before and wanted to make sure you were okay," he hissed, making me stop in my tracks.

"Look, I don't mean to be rude. But I really need to go. I'm late."

"Give me your name at least."


"So I know what to call you next time I see you."

"And what makes you think you're ever going to see me again?"

He raised his eyebrows at me. "Forget I even talked to you." He turned to leave, shaking his head in disgust.

My stomach twisted in guilt. He didn't deserve the way I snapped at him; he was only trying to be nice. "Leah!" I called.

He turned around and looked at me confused.

"My name is Leah."

"Sam." He turned and walked away.

I stared after him, appalled with myself for the second time that day. I was rude to a perfect stranger. So much for the dream of having friends… Wanting to make things right, I ran after Sam. "Sam!" I yelled, making him turn around. I ran up to him and stopped a foot away from him. "I was rude, and I'm not normally like that. I was just upset about something already-"

"Because the guy you ran into rejected you?"

My cheeks burned. How did he know that? No one was around! I furrowed my brow, pretending to be confused. "No… My roommate really irritates me," I said.


"She does! She never shuts up!"

He just stared at me. "Do you need something?"

"I just wanted to apologize. I… I didn't want you to think I was rude or anything, because I'm not. I promise."

He shook his head, chuckling. "Whatever you say." He took off running. And to think, I was going to invite him to get pizza with me. And Lauren. Maybe she invited some more people. People that were nice. People that weren't like her.

Sighing, I walked back to the locker room and headed towards my dorm for a long shower. When I walked in, no one was there, thankfully. It didn't seem like I was going to get the suite entirely to myself very often, and I wanted to enjoy it while I could.

Lauren sat on her bed, playing with her flip flops. "So I invited a few more people. I hope that's okay."

I glanced at her over my mirror. "Yeah, that's fine. Who did you invite?"

"Molly and Cindy and a couple of people I met at the gym while you were running. Did you invite that really cute guy that you ran into?" Molly and Cindy were our other two suitemates.

How did she know about that? Was everyone watching me? "How'd you know about that?" I asked, putting my eyeliner down and giving her my full attention.

"I was sitting at the bar talking to a guy when I invited him. I told him you were coming too, and we both saw you knock in to what's-his-face."

I paled. So more people had seen the exchange. "What's the guy's name that you were talking to?"

"Oh gee… I don't remember… It was a short name, three of four letters… Alex…no… Drew… definitely not…"

"Sam?" I supplied.

She lit up. "Yeah! That's him! He's so nice! Did you talk to him at all?"

I shook my head.

"You should have! He's such a sweetheart. I forgot my wallet in the dorms, and when I didn't have the money to pay for my wrap, he just came up and bought it! We had a great conversation! He's such a nice person! Oh I do hope he comes. He said that he would check with the guys to see if they already plans! Oh! And I told him to invite all of his friends!"

Lauren may be irritating, but at least she was good at meeting people. Something that, so far, I wasn't all that great at. "That's good."

I went back to fixing my face when Lauren opened her mouth again. "How'd you know his name was Sam if you didn't speak to him?"

"He asked if I was okay and told me his name. That's all."

Lauren nodded. "So what do you think of the gym? I mean it's huge! The food, from what I can tell, is great, too! The wrap I ate was sooo yummy! It was the Mediterranean Wrap if you're wondering."

I wasn't.

"And it was ah-mazing! Oh my gosh! You have to try it! It's so good! Sam just bought a drink, but he said that the southwest chicken sandwich is the bomb! We should try it, like, tomorrow!" Lauren kept talking and talking and talking and talking until finally, her phone rang. Surprisingly, the call was short and to the point. "Sam is here and he brought his friends, too! Oh, and Molly and Cindy are going to meet us there! Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

I grabbed my purse and followed Lauren down the hall, down the elevator and to the foyer. I pretended to be on my phone so I wouldn't have to talk to her. "I am just soo excited! Our first day here and we're already going out with people! Ahh! This is so exciting!"

"Thrilling," I mumbled.

Four guys were waiting for us downstairs. Sam was there, of course. Admittedly, he looked better than he did earlier. His sandy hair was combed back and he was wearing a navy blue button down with jeans. The other three guys looked like jocks in high school. "Hey guys, this is Leah and Lauren," Sam introduced, pointing at us. "Greg," he said, pointing at probably the tallest person I had ever seen in my life. "Chris." He pointed to a shorter guy, although his arms were probably four times the size of mine. All muscle. "And Cameron." The guy he pointed to was staring straight at me, a wide grin on his face.

"So are these all of the friends?"

Chris shrugged. "Jason said he might come, but I doubt it."

"Who's Jason?" I asked.

"The guy you ran in to today," Sam said.

Embarrassment flooded over me. If they start asking questions, then my whole 'nobody finding out' thing was totally screwed. "Oh. Why wouldn't he be coming?"

"He goes to see his girlfriend every night," Cameron said. All of the guys started snickering and looking between one another.

"That's sweet," I said, feeling my stomach sink. At least that explains why he rejected me.

"What's so funny?" Lauren asked.

Chris shook his head. "Nothing, dude."

"I am not a dude. I am not one of the guys. Do not call me a dude," Lauren said, a tone of authority, but not rudeness, taking to her voice.

"Sorry, ma'am."

"Better." She grinned. "Are you guys ready to go?" She asked, already beginning to walk towards the exit.

"I guess that means it's time to go," I muttered, following behind her. Cameron lagged behind and walked with me.

"Hey I'm Cameron."


"I know."

"Well I knew who you were, too. I thought you were just trying to make small talk," I said, turning my head towards him.

He grinned and looked at me. "I was. Do you need a ride? Since Jason's not coming, we have an extra seat."

I smiled. "That's okay. I'm just going to follow in my own car."

He shrugged. "Are you're sure. I don't mind giving you a ride."

I nodded. "Yeah I'm sure. I may need to leave a little early, so if I do, I need my car."

"That popular already, huh? Or is it a secret lover you're sneaking off to?" He wagged his eyebrows at me.

I laughed, shaking my head. "Hah! That's really funny. Secret boyfriend…" I wish there was a secret boyfriend… I wish I had a boyfriend that would drive out to see me every day like Jason's lucky girl.

He grinned. "So do you know where we're going?"

I shook my head. "Nope. I'm following you guys."

"Hope you can keep up."

"I can keep up."

He smirked. "We'll see about that."

Challenge accepted.

Dinner was surprisingly a lot of fun. As it turns out, Sam is quiet around big groups of people, Greg and Cameron were hilarious and Chris was that guy that would say something stupid and make everyone look at him. As much as I wanted them to be my little group of friends, I doubted that would happen. I was a freshman, after all, and they were seniors. What college seniors hung out with freshman?

I wanted to see Jason again. I knew it was wrong for me to hope that we would have something, especially with his girlfriend and all, but I couldn't help it. Before today, I never believed in love at first sight; I couldn't help but think that this must be an exception to the rule. There was a connection, I felt it.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself tightly in a towel. Everyone was either asleep or out of the room. I let my towel fall to the floor and quickly dressed in a pair of Nike shorts and a tank top. I climbed into bed and climbed right back out. I wasn't tired and I almost felt jittery. I grabbed a light jacket and slipped on a pair of shoes before leaving our room.

I was hoping a walk and maybe a phone call to my family would help make me tired. I walked for almost ten minutes at a slow pace, occasionally passing people when I saw him. He was walking towards me with his head down, heading towards the parking lot. I stopped and watched him walk forward, never lifting his head. I held my breath as he walked by, and without thinking, called his name. "Jason!"

He stopped and looked behind him.

"Oh, um, sorry. Ahh…"

"You were that girl, the runner, earlier, right?"

I nodded. "Yep, that- that was me."

He smiled. "What are you doing out this late and by yourself?"

I shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. What are you doing out this late and by yourself?"

He smiled. "Touché. So how was your first night on campus?"

I smiled. "It was fun. I went out with your friends, I think."

He looked shocked. "You got pizza tonight with the guys?"

I nodded. "Cameron, Greg, Chris and Sam?"

He grinned. "Yeah, that's them."

"They said you didn't show because you were visiting your girlfriend. How far away does she live?"

"About forty five minutes."

"She doesn't go to college?"

He looked uncomfortable all of a sudden. "Jenna's situation is different than most people's. She's smart, though. She's so smart." He was looking at me, but not really. It was more like he was looking through me with a dazed look in his eyes. "So smart."

"That's great! What's her major?"

"You wants to be a biological engineer."

"Woah. She's super smart then, huh?"

He nodded.

"What are going in to?"


"Dang. Sounds like you're pretty smart yourself." I smiled. "My name is Leah, by the way. We never really introduced ourselves earlier."

Jason seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking about and returned to normal. "Cool, yeah. Um, I'm Jason, but you already know that."

I chuckled. "Yeah."

"Well, I'll see you later then."

I nodded. "Why don't you walk me back to the dorms? You said so yourself, it's late and dark and I'm by myself. Not to mention that I'm a girl dressed in a scant amount of clothing."

He almost looked pained but agreed to do it. "Maybe you should wear more when you leave the dorms late at night then, just to be on the safe side."

"Thanks for walking me back," I said. "I know you didn't want to."

"It's not a problem, really. I'm just worn out. It's been a long day."

"Tell me about it! I didn't realize how much stuff I have until I was moving it up four stories! And then we were out until the pizza parlor closed! Your friends are really awesome, by the way. Except for Sam, he's super quiet."

He smiled. "That's just Sam. One on one the guy is really great, but in big crowds he feels uncomfortable."

"I can relate to that."

"You seem pretty confident."

"It's all an act. I'm not that confident."

He looked at me sideways. "An act? How do you act like your confident?"

"Well I'm not timid. I'm just not as confident as I let on. But if you ever tell anyone that, I'll kill you!" I was just blurting it all out. Jason didn't need, and probably didn't want, to hear about all of my insecurities. "I didn't mean to tell you that." I looked up at him sheepishly, trying to gauge his reaction.

He smiled. "Okay. It's forgotten."


I couldn't help but notice the distance between the two of us. He was walking as far away from me as he could and his hands were shoved in his pockets. He was pretty much keeping his face pointed towards the ground and the slower I was trying to walk, trying to prolong our exchange, the faster he seemed to be trying to go. "Jason," I said. He didn't answer, just seemed lost in thought. "Jason," I tried again.

I put my arm on his and he wrenched it away.

"Jason!" I said, a little bit louder.

"Sorry," he muttered.

"Look, I'll walk to rest of the way to the dorms, it's fine. I didn't realize how much you didn't want to walk me here. So thank you, but goodbye." I left him standing there and walked as fast as I could back upstairs, totally embarrassed.

He probably thought I was a total ditz. I guess he would be right. After all, I did call him, start questioning him about his life and then basically obligated him into walking me back to the dorms. Of course, I didn't really think it was that big of a deal, it obviously was, though.

I crawled into bed and flung my jacket onto the desk. I was stupid. Jason's girlfriend, Jenna, is some lucky girl. I picked up my phone and did everything I could to find Jason on facebook. Turns out, his name was Jason Anderson and he had been in a relationship with Jenna Bouanchoud since September of 2007. I tapped on her name and went through her facebook pictures. She was beautiful in a cute, hometown kind of way. She had long dark hair and soft features. I was instantly jealous. She had been in a happy relationship for five years. Five years.

I stood no chance to a girl that pretty, and obviously smart. She had five years with him and I only had a day. Who was I kidding? It would take a miracle to get Jason. "Maybe she'll get into a car accident and go all brain dead," I muttered to myself as I drifted off to sleep. It was a mean thing to think, but the odds of that happening were slim to none.

Jenna was beautiful, and although I wasn't ugly, I wasn't the brunette beauty he seemed to be in to. Where she had long, brown hair, mine was short and blonde. Her tanned skin was gorgeous and my pale white skin was average. The only thing that I had on Jenna were my eyes. Her eyes were a boring brown, and mine were a crystal clear blue. I was proud of my eyes.

Stop fantasizing about a guy that you will never get, I told myself sharply. Go to sleep and forget all about Jason. That's the best thing that you can do.

A/N: Sooooo? Hate Leah? Please don't (:

I really enjoyed doing the whole 'question of the chapter' thing with 'The Game' so I'm continuing it for the sequel, mostly because I like kind of sort of not really getting to know my fans (:

QUESTION OF THE CHAPTER: How was your fourth of July?

That's all for now!

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