Chapter 3

I rose with the rest of my classmates, and the lecture hall buzzed with conversation as everyone made their way out. In the past few days I'd realised University was quite different from what high school had been. People didn't really gossip, there were no cliques as such and everyone was too busy to poke their nose in places it didn't belong. It was pretty refreshing, to say the least.

I wouldn't say I'm super popular, but I'd managed to make a few friends around too. Admittedly, one of them was just my roommate, Charlie, who thankfully turned out to be sane. Not taking her untidy-ness into consideration, she was a pretty good roommate to have.

I found Charlie in the courtyard, sat at the fountain with her boyfriend and one of his friends. I didn't have any lectures for the day, so I guess I might as well sit around with them for a while.

Before I could make it all the way there however, my phone rang in my jeans' pocket. It was a call from Tylor. I hadn't told him about Kian yet, and I know it wasn't an excuse, but I didn't know how. Besides, I had only seen Kian a few times around college, nothing too special to mention anyway, I suppose.

"Hey," I spoke into the phone, walking over to sit on one of the empty benches. "What's up?"

"I have a break right now, thought I'd check on you," he said, and I could hear movement as he probably was walking back to his dorm. "How was class?"

"They're already assigning us all this work and we haven't even started learning anything substantial yet. It's so stupid," I grumbled, remembering the economics paper the teacher talked about today.

"Not really, they probably just want to see what level of students they're dealing with this year. A lot of teachers do that."

"I see..." I mumbled, playing with the hem of my shirt. "How's your day been?"

"The usual. Hey, listen, I have to go," he suddenly said, sounding like he was in a hurry. "I'll call you later."

"Alright, bye. I'll talk to you soon."

"Yeah."

The line went dead, and I brought the phone away from my ear, feeling the slightest bit disappointed. I wasn't even sure why I felt that way, but I just did. It wasn't something I could control.

When I finally made my way to Charlie, "What do you think about pineapple on pizza?" was the first thing she said to me.

I recieved a total of three expectant looks waiting in anticipation of my answer.

"It's gross." I said simply.

"Ha!" Charlie yelled, standing up and pointing a finger directly at her boyfriend, Xavier.

"It tastes fine to me," Xavier huffed, turning to his friend, "right?"

"I mean..." the guy struggled, looking at me for help.

"It sucks, Xav. You've gotta accept it," I shrugged, not feeling the need to sugarcoat it.

"You've gotta accept it," Xavier mimicked me in a high pitched voice, doing a terrible job might I add. Charlie couldn't help but burst out laughing, and soon his friend and I had both joined in.

"Oh, by the way," Charlie started, turning to me, "we're going for pizza, you wanna come?"

"Sure." I had some work left for the day, but I felt like I needed a break. It'd only been three days and I was tired already, how perfect.

Right then, my phone pinged with a text.

'It's game night, you wanna come?"

I stared at the phone for a few seconds, contemplating it. In the end, I decided I could really use some of that positive energy he always had going around him.

'I'll be there at 7', I texted Kian back.