University Boy

Chapter 2

•Authors Note•
It's not very much but thank you to the few people who've read the first chapter and voted for it, it means a lot and has given me a real confidence boost... Even if only one person was reading my story I would continue it just for them.(Is that sad? Just a bit?)
Anyways because I can't be bothered to verify my account, basically my name is Nicola and I'm from Glasgow in Scotland. I like various bands like Muse , Pierce The Veil, and even Slipknot😂!
But all in all, Kaiser Chiefs have been my favourites for a while and will continue to be.
I also really enjoy writing and drawing.
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So enjoy the rest of the story!
-Nicola🙊
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The rest of that lesson dragged on pretty slowly.
I mean, he was right when he said he wouldn't talk much. All he really did was listen to me play, and I did my absolute best to forget he was there.
He watched me. Watched me playing, focusing on where I was placing my fingers and just in general looking my way.
That wasn't too bad. All in all, the class wasn't as bad as I had expected it to be. When the bell rang, I was zipping up my guitar and putting it back on the shelf, packing away my music sheets and heading to the door.
On the way out, he placed a hand on my shoulder and said, "I'm pretty sure your teacher was trying to make a good impression by putting me in here." He paused and opened the door for us, letting me walk in front of him before shutting it behind him.
"If you really want, I'll go watch the bass players or something. But I enjoyed listening to you, you're good." He told me, grinning.
I couldn't help but smile a little down at the ground. I hope he didn't see that.
"You can stay." I told him, slung my bag over my shoulders and walked off down the corridor to my next class.
*
"Oh my god, you actually got to talk to him?"
"Yeah. He seemed nice."
"Anne, he's fucking gorgeous. You lucky cow."
"Thanks."
"So, what's he like? Like... What's he actually like. Y'know, is he like, intimidating?"
Those were a few of many questions coming from my table when I told them Ricky was helping in my music class.
At lunch, I sit with three other girls who I would consider my closest friends.
Cara, Emma and Mari.
Cara is probably my best friend in the group. She's a lot like me, but spends more time invested in doodling and painting.
Emma is my friend I like to bitch about everyone with. She's outgoing but also shy and selective when she needs to be, and gets a lot of attention from guys which she shrugs off mostly.
Mari is bubbly and usually a lot of fun. I've been on holiday with her a lot, which resulted in chaos and waking up in someone else's caravan with an aching hangover and memories of running around the caravan site wearing only underwear.
And that's what's classed as a good time in today's society, kids.
"I guess he was intimidating. But really guys? This is starting to sound like fucking 50 Shades of Grey." I laughed and the rest of the group started snickering.
"I wish I had a hot assistant teacher." Mari sighed and gazed out the cafeteria window.
I just smiled.
"Oh, by the way Anne. You still up for tomorrow night?" Cara grinned and I remembered.
A party. Cara was throwing me a party.
I suppose I was grateful, she put a lot of effort into inviting people and making sure I was going to have the 'best 16th in the history of mankind '.
"Sure. Just nothing too crazy, all right?" I smiled, knowing at the back of my mind that there would be no way it won't be crazy. Mental. Insane.
Cara's well known for her parties, so I guess we'll see how it goes.
"I promise." She beamed sweetly.
*
Fast forward to the next day.
That morning, I made myself a cup of coffee and relaxed, considering I had woke up very early and had nothing else to do.
When I came down stairs, my older brother had put a few small presents on the table with a note.

'Hey ugly. (Kidding x) Sorry I had to get away to work so early. Happy birthday, I didn't know exactly what to get you because you're hard to read but I did my best. I know you said you didn't want anything but that's just code for 'I'm too polite to ask for something'.
If you need anything, just ask George. I'm sure he's asleep right now but he's always about.
Love you, demon child.
~Matthew xo

I smiled widely. Matthew is my only sibling, and he's taken care of me for about 4 years now.
My aunt walked out on us around then, claiming we were holding her back from doing other things with her life. We were glad to see her go, so no one found out about it and they still haven't to this day.
I never knew my dad, my mum died from lung cancer when I was about 6. Nothing much else to add there.
Anyways, Matthew is 25.
The only thing I didn't like about the household I was in was Matthews constant friends/girlfriends visiting and the occasional party where, if I couldn't make an escape, I would spend most of the time locked up in my room.
George is Matthews best friend who got kicked out his house about 6 months ago, and who now lives with us.
He's a nice enough guy. I have nothing against him, I'm used to him by now and he's used to me.
I opened up the presents, the first was £100, followed by a box of chocolates and a bracelet with small blue jewels covering it.
I couldn't have been happier, considering I was expecting Matthew to stick to his word of 'No presents if you really don't want them'.
I put down my coffee and started to get myself organised for school, brushing my hair and making an effort with makeup. I had an instinct to make myself look good today.
"Hey birthday girl." George said, entering the living room still in his pyjamas.
"Oh hey. I like the outfit." I commented.
"Why thank you." He chuckled.
"I'm just getting ready right now," I told him. "Had a good sleep?"
"Yeah it was alright. Since it's your birthday, you want a lift? It could be your present, I haven't got you anything... Sorry." He grinned, and I nodded my head.
"Sure. Thanks." I smiled.
"I'll go get changed, give me a minute." He exclaimed and headed out the room, rushing up the stairs.
*
In school, the first three periods seemed to go by quickly which was surprising for a Friday, considering it's double biology then maths. Not the best.
I sat beside Cara in biology, and all she did was gush about how excited she was for that night. I agreed with her calmly and couldn't help but look forward to it secretly.
When heading to music, I bumped into Ricky on the way.
Literally. I was turning a corner and bam, my body collided with his. He laughed it off and I couldn't help but snigger a bit, but I was yet again the colour of a tomato.
"Alright?" He asked, holding onto my arms to keep me balanced and doing that signature smirk of his.
"You could say that," I replied, and he gave me a light slap on the back then let go of me as we both headed down to the music corridor.
*
3...2...4...4...4...2...fuck.
3...2...4...4...4...1......4..3..2..2.
There we go.
"You're grasping this really well, you know." Ricky said, locking eyes with me.
"Thank you." I told him, feeling slightly gleeful inside. Why? It's not as if his comment meant anything.
"So. It's your birthday?" He continued.
"Yeah," I answered, confused. "How do you know?"
"A girl came up to me at break. She asked me if I knew you."
I immediately stopped focusing on the strings of my guitar and looked up at him.
"I said you were in one of my classes, she told me it was your birthday. Kind of like a heat of the moment thing if you ask me. Then she giggled and ran off."
I relaxed as I realised whoever asked just wanted to talk to him and couldn't think of anything to say.
"Did she happen to have blonde hair and thick eyebrows?" I inquired, smiling to myself. Cara.
"Yeah," he replied. "One of your friends?"
"Of course. She probably fancies you, then forgot what she was going to say. Sorry.." I sighed, grinning a bit.
"Mm. I see.
So you're 16, I'm guessing?" He added.
"Yeah."
"You don't look it."
"What does that mean?"
"It's too early to say."
I inhaled slowly, furrowing my eyebrows. "Oh."
"Just trust me." He smirked. "Now. Start from 3, you've got work to do."
So I did.
The lesson never seemed to drag on from the past two times I'd been with him but I wish it did. I enjoyed his company.
Was it crazy to think that he enjoyed mine? I mean... He does. But does he enjoy, well... Me?