Undergraduates [h.s]

three

My torso shot up out of bed as I screamed at a glass of ice cold water being poured onto my head.

"Rise and shine lightweight" the familiar voice mocked me, and as I looked to Becky I saw a smug grin spread across her face and an empty glass held in her hand.

"Becky! Why did you do that?" I shouted at her, infuriated as I shivered from the wet clothes sticking to my skin...last nights' clothes??

"It was the only way to get you up, I even tried slapping you and you just groaned for me to piss off" I wiped my hands over my face as a drop of water dropped from my nose "come on, you have class in 20 minutes"

"20 minutes?! Why did you not wake me up earlier?!" I said rushing out of bed, but stopping as soon as I was stood up. My head whirred and stung sharply as I clutched onto my temples and fell back into a sitting position on the bed. "It hurts so much" I complained with my eyes tightly shut.

"That's why I got you a black coffee and a big glass of water. If you drink the water now you can get ready and drink the coffee on your way to class" she said picking the right books up from her desk.

"But I need to shower, I can't get ready in 20 minutes Beck"

"You're gunna have to, I'll see you later" she said, rushing out the door.

"But-" by the time I started to speak she was already gone and the door was closed. I did as she said and quickly chugged the glass of water, rummaging around in my toiletries for a strip of ibuprofen.

I threw on a pair of dark denim skinny jeans with a t-shirt and baggy jumper, not the most presentable look but I was comfy and nothing else mattered to me more than that by this point...apart from getting to class on time. I scraped my hair back into a high ponytail and wiped off my smudged make-up from last night, the applying my usual make-up once more.

I grabbed my books and stuck my hand under my bed to try and drag out my shoes, but my hand grabbed something else.

"What the..." I said in confusion, looking at the dark khaki coloured sock in my hand. It definitely wasn't one of mine, and with Becky being such a girly-girl this wouldn't be one of hers either...so who's was it and how did it get under my bed?

I had no time to act as Sherlock this morning, so I tried pushing the thought to the back of my mind as I placed it back where I found in and grabbed my shoes, slipping them on and running out of the room so that I could get to the studio in time.

***

I ran into the studio with books in hand and placed them on the desk in front of me along with my dorm keys. I arranged all of my books tidily in a hurry and took out my portfolio, it was such a burden to carry this thing. I looked to my left to give a warm smile to my long term classmate who I'd been sitting by for the past year and intended to for the next one, however I was not greeted with the same face I usually was.

I studied the person in front of me as he was turned facing his desk, his head in a book and his brown hair messily falling over his hairline in all directions possible. His dark hair was long, sprouting down his neck almost to his shoulders and his body was long but not necessarily lanky or scrawny.

"Hi" I was surprised when his head snapped round to meet my gaze and he smiled at me, he had deep dimples set in his skin and his eyes glimmered, green eyes.

"Oh...hi, sorry I was just-"

"Admiring the view?" He said, not smiling anymore as he turned back to his book, his elbows on the desk and his shoulders tensed.

"Sorry I didn't mean to stare" I said, unsure of what to think of him and his attitude towards me. "Why are you in Louis' seat?" I questioned, but he still remained turned away from me.