I pulled on a channel top, on black jeans, topped with a USC hoodie I'd bought before.

Ponytailed my chocolate coloured hair, sprayed on a load of Lauren's bubblegum perfume, and I was done.

As you might have guessed, I'm a sneakers kind of girl, so I put on a pair of white converses and I was done with clothes.

I applied make up. My usual, cool, light makeup, and I was done!

I rushed downstairs, my phone in my hand, along with my bag. I paused at the last stair, realizing one of my life's problems.

I had to cook.

Believe it or not, when I was twelve, we moved because I burnt the kitchen up, and my mother decided she didn't want it anymore.

Lauren did the cooking most times. Me, I passed the bread at dinner and ended it like that.

I knew how to make omelettes though. Probably the only thing I ever cooked well. No excess salt, No excess oil, No char, No persistent ink taste; Just a plain, beautiful omelette.

I walked into school, not ready for anything drama related. I knew how these things worked, and I was certainly not ready for anything to jeopardise my sanity.

"There you are! " Charlotte caught up to me, as soon as I stepped foot into my first class, urban literature.

"Hey Charlotte, " I greeted, well on my way to finding a seat for myself.

I valued my new found friendship, but I wasn't about to make it something that ruled me.

"Lia? Did you hear? "

"Hear what? "

She laughed. "You're just like my sister. "

Luckily, she didn't push conversation further, and our professor stepped into the hall. It was crowded, probably with the highest number of students I'd ever seen.

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He was a middle aged man, with brown, gelled hair. He wore a black suit, making him look even older than his age. He wore glasses, like most professors, and had this 'no joke' aura.

He introduced himself as professor Donald Buchanan, and introduced us to our class, and essentials, handing out our plan for the semester.

I looked at the people around with, trying to get acquainted. In truth, I was trying to spot out the jerk from yesterday, who kissed me without my consent.

I focused on the teacher half the time, and the other half, trying to find him.

Maybe he didn't take literature?

Our book of focus was catcher in the rye.

A book I'd read a hundred and one times.

On occasion, Lauren bought me books, not for anything but to thank me for covering for her, while she snuck out at night.

I had to call her as soon as I got home.

It was time for a break, and I found myself out of campus, trying to find a good place to call an escape. It could be a shack for all I cared,I needed food.

"Lia!" I heard my name.

Apart from me, noone else knew my name but Charlotte, and I wondered how she was everywhere.

"How did you-"

"You walked out so fast. Were you avoiding me? " She asked, hurt flashing in her eyes.

"No, I just really am not a people person. I do what I have to, and only that. "

"So, you don't have friends? "

"Don't you? "

"Not really. "

I nodded, handing out money to the vendor.

We took a seat outside, and I enjoyed my meal, loving the yummy, creamy taste of the roll.

"What classes do you have next? "

"Well, world history later in the day, and religion as soon as I'm done here. "

"Hmm. I take religion, but not history. It stresses me out. "

"I happen to enjoy writing essays and reading long, ridiculous stories. "

She looked round us, a smile on her face.

It dimmed however, when her eyes landed on something.

"I'm gonna go now. "

"Go to where? I thought you wanted to hang out? "

"No. I have work to do, I'll see you around. "

"O.. Kay. "

The reason she left soon became clear to me, because the footsteps I heard stopped right in front of me.

"I take it you're not here to find out if we could split my roll? "

"Hello there! Ayesha, right?"

I rolled my eyes. I'd seen that one before.

Boys used the trick alot back in high school. Call her a wrong name on purpose, and She'll correct you, leaving you with her actual name.

I wasn't falling for that.

"Yeah. Ayesha."

"Well, I'm Stephen. "

"Stephen and Ayesha... " He grinned a very silly grin.

"Might as well be the currys huh? "

"You're an idiot. " I cut to the chase.

He laughed.

"Why did you kiss me yesterday? "

"Can't a guy kiss a girl anymore? "

"Not if he doesn't know her! " I retorted.

"I'll be leaving now. " he said leaving me with an angry face.