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I stared at the board before me, trying to work out where the tiny square with 'C-1' was hiding. A mass of blue squares with arrows pointing this way and that, and a tiny red dot indicating my location did nothing to help me.

I sighed, glancing around me for a friendly face to ask, but everyone seemed to be in such a rush. The hallway was huge, and I thought the universities back home were big. I blew my hair out of my eyes before I saw a sign indicating the general office.

Perfect.

I made my way there, finally relieved that I had formulated a plan. I opened the the door to find a huge queue of people in front of me, waiting impatiently.

I sighed, but being typically British I decided to complain internally instead of voicing it.

"Excuse me, do happen to know where the literacy building is?" I tapped the shoulder of the girl in front of me who turned to me in irritation.

"What?"

"Sorry, I just wondered if you knew where the literacy building is..." my voice trailed off as she gazed at me, before throwing her hair over her shoulder.

"I know it's near the football field, but that's it."

"Thank you, do you know where that is? I'm new here and I've-"

"Talkative aren't we? Why don't you try looking outside?" she sneered, her eyes rolling as she groaned loudly. I felt my cheeks begin to blush, as I backed out of the room in embarrassment.

What was her problem?

I checked my watch, groaning when I saw I had less than fifteen minutes to locate my class and grab a seat. Looks like I'll be at the back after all, I sighed, pushing through the main doors to see the huge football field looming in front of me. I stared in awe, genuinely astounded at the sheer size of things here compared to England. My school field had been the size of about three aisles of Walmart, so this was insane.

I'd never seen a game be played here either. I noticed the goal posts I was used to seeing on the floor were sky high in the air.

Weird.

I swept my gaze over the field, before seeing it was surrounded by more buildings, even bigger than the one I had just stepped out of.

"Heads up!" called a voice suddenly, as I turned to quickly dodge a ball flying towards me. I watched as it rolled away, turning to see the owner jogging towards me. He wore these shoulder pads I'd seen on tv, making him look intimidatingly broad, the fabric of his clothes stuck to his sweaty skin. He tugged his helmet off as his hair tumbled into his eyes, all tousled and sexy.

"I'm sorry I didn't stop it," I grimaced, indicating the ball behind me. He shook his head, pushing his hand through his hair as he shrugged.

"No sweat. It's cool, I'm sorry I nearly knocked you out. My bad."

He jogged behind me and kicked the ball back effortlessly across the field, as I tried not to gawp. Shit, he had skills!

"It's fine." I smiled politely as his eyes widened slightly. I sighed as I stared around me, wondering if the American answer to David Beckham knew where the literacy building was.

"British are we? You're a long way from home," he whistled as he studied me. "What are you doing out here on the soccer field?"

"I could ask you the same question," I mused as he chuckled, his gaze sweeping around us with amusement.