Life & Love of the Tormented

Chapter Three

  I'm sit amongst the sea of faces in my first class, 'Introduction to Photography Science'.

The lecturer, Mr Hagan is making us go around the room introducing ourselves and providing a random fact as a way of us 'getting to know one another'.

How fucking trivial, as if the person sitting next to me actually gives a fuck about who I am... I certainly couldn't care less about who they are... But I sit quietly, head cast down and wait my turn...

  "Hi everyone! My name is Tiffany but my friends call me Tiff! My favourite colour is blue"

  "Hi Tiffany!", we all respond in unison.

  "Hey, I'm Derek and I guess.. well.. everyone calls me Derek?".

The class laughs a little at Derek's poor attempt at humour. I guess if I wasn't in such a bad mood I would have laughed too.

"I really love going to the burnouts", he continues smugly before sitting back down.

  "Hi Derek!!", we all say and so on.

  After about 5 minutes of names and facts, that I for sure won't even try to remember, it's time for the guy who is sitting beside me to have his turn and my anxiety kicks into overdrive... Not like it hadn't been in full fucking swing all morning already...

  His name is Gareth and to be honest, he looks like the type of creep that'd take photos outside your bedroom window... And he most definitely had to be on the year book committee in high school. But then again I could be judging...

God I really am a bitch today...

Sorry Gareth!!

  "And in high school I was chief editor of the year book", Gareth says proudly.

I take that back...

  When all eyes land on me for my turn, I stand like everyone else had done.

"Hi I'm umm... Amelia...", I begin awkwardly.

I take a deep breath and before I can even think about what to say to next, my mouth begins on its own accord, "I'm an Aquarius, I like long walks on the beach and candle lit din... oh sorry, you're not looking for those kinds of 'facts'...", I laugh a little at myself and make air quotations with my hands. I seem to be trialling my own very poor attempt at humour. My cheeks flames as embarrassment creeps up my neck.

  Most of the class laugh in response.

THANK FUCK!

Even my lecturer cracked a little smirk.

"Hi Amelia!", they all say and I sit back down, brushing my hands over my face.

I'm mortified that I just fucking said that but I'll roll with it... Here I am, yet again, using humour to mask what I'm actually feeling..

"Hello, I'm Ava"

  "Hi Ava!", and the introductions continue...

  Once we're all well acquainted with one another Mr Hagan begins the lesson. A very basic but informative introductory first class...

I'm so glad I enjoy what I'm studying because I need the distraction from this horrible mood...

  The rest of the morning passes quite quickly, despite having a particular pair of blue eyes flash in my brain every 5 minutes. Which is actually starting to really piss me off. I only just met Carter! Why can't I get him out of my head!? He's not even my type!

EUGHHHHH!

  At break, I meet up with Benjamin. He was outside my class when it ended and seeing as I still have no idea where I'm going on campus, he's still chaperoning me.