The fall

Fucktard.

Olivias POV:

Fucking hell. First, we are running late on the first day of university, my clothes got soaked and we ran into and unsuspecting man. Wonderful.

My best friend seemed to have taken a bigger impact to the collision- she's sprawled out on the wet concrete scoffing and cursing under her breath.

His face however, was a mask of calmness and stability despite us running into him. He had a musky cologne, quite subtly hanging around him.

As I started to ramble apologies to the guy he walks away.
He walked away?

He walked away.

Were me and Aliyah absolute fools? Yes. But that's no excuse for the man's rudeness.
Abso-fucking-lutely rude.

After re-stabilising myself I help a whining Aliyah off the floor.

"Fucktard," I labeled the man.

"Sexy fucktard." Aliyah nodded in agreement. If the circumstances were different, we would've shared a laugh. Instead, we keep on running.

Thankfully, the rain eased ever so slightly. I cringe internally at the thought of my wet books and laptop that are in my rucksack. Damn.

We get countless stares from wondering judgemental eyes- understandably- I can only imagine how we look running meniachly down a highstreet.

We were only minutes away from campus and our classes. My lecture would be in the east side of campus whereas Aliyah's would be towards the west.

This is really happening.

Before we knew it, we were entering the gates of Oxford University- a fresh start.
At last, our running came to a stop- this is where Aliyah would go her way and I'd go mine.

"We... actually made it," I breathe out with amazement.

"We did, Meet up after classes?" Aliyah let out a huge huff of air.

"Of course," I replied, pulling her in for a quick hug. After everything, we made it together (sweaty, sticky and soaked in the rain- but we were here).

I closed my eyes wishing this moment in time could last forever.