"There's only so many times I can put my heart back together"
"Why are you so sure I'll break it again?"
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No one said university would be easy, but between assignments and relationships, it gets a little too messy.
Nicole doesn't do feelings...
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Every single classroom at uni differed from the previous, perhaps so students would never get lost. They all comprised the same gigantic rooms with a row of tables on each level of the stair-like floor, all turned to the teacher's desk and dark green chalkboards.
This one, in particular, wasn't very wide, but larger. All desks were a faded oak brown with letters painted and carved by students through the years. Same yellow stained stone walls, different furniture.
The French teacher, forever bound to that room, was always early, and resumed to write on the chalkboard everything they would need for that lesson.
"Oh, Mr Wittymore!" He called as soon as his eyes set on the first student arriving. One that had barely slept through the night. "I've been wanting to talk to you."
He'd memorised his face the moment he handed back his test. From the very first day, he assessed everyone's abilities on the subject, and though everyone did poorly, there was one student who didn't.
"It's Whittmore, sir." Andrew corrected, fighting the urge to yawn in front of his teacher.
It had been a rough night. His best friend had called in the middle of the night, no respect for the different time zones, and forced him to hear about all his personal problems as if Andrew had nothing better to do.
"You're right, Jace." He repeated every time he paused, not even processing what he was hearing.
One hour of his night had been lost because he couldn't just hang up on his friend, and the rest because after that he could no longer sleep.
"You got every single question of the test right." His teacher said. "Of all two hundred students in this class, you were the only one to score above sixty. This is not an introductory class for you, is it?"
Andrew shook his head. It was his fifth year of learning the language, but he was sure it wouldn't be the same to keep learning it from a language that wasn't his mother tongue.
"Have you considered changing to a more advanced class?"
His eyes wandered to the spot in the back where Alice sat down. Even if he switched, they'd still be together plenty of time, plus he wouldn't have to be with Nicole. They didn't talk to each other, and she wasn't the cold-hearted girl he had met in the beginning, but he wouldn't mind being far away from her judging stare.
"I'll have to think about it." He told him. "But thank you for the suggestion."
He started his walk up the stairs to his chair at the last table of the room, in front of the dirty windows that covered the entire back wall. What he didn't know was that just behind him was a girl who he couldn't hear because of the carpet muffling the sound of her heels.
"Good morning, Witty." she smiled, sitting at the table as soon as he sat down.
"Witty?" He scrunched his brows. "Were you listening to the conversation?"
