Undergraduates [h.s]

four

I woke up the next day the same as usual. Dry saliva had crusted around my mouth and down my chin and my hair looked as if it had a few birds as it's guests of honor. Today I actually woke up in my pajamas instead of my clothing from last night, that was the last time that was going to happen. I threw my limbs up and out to stretch from my uncomfortable position, making strange and rare noises in the process, clearly why I had such a long line of boys behind me.

I rolled onto my side and looked for the time on my phone as the brightness of it stung my eyes. Damn iPhones, turn the brightness right down and it's still too bright.

10:23am

Thursdays were the best. No class until after lunch = big fat lazy lie in ft.Netflix.

I knew Becky had already gone, aside from me she had a large group of friends who she could always rely on to hang around with as we barely could. Whenever I had a class, she didn't; and whenever she had a class, I didn't. Despite this she was still one of my closest friends, and she had been for years before and hopefully will be for the years to come.

I looked at my notifications and only saw two. One from instagram telling me that some random person I'd never heard of had requested to follow me, and the other a text message. I swiped my thumb across over the text notification and unlocked my phone to reveal the name of the sender.

Crap.

Matthew.

I rubbed my eyes and groaned at the sudden pain that shot through my head, rolling onto my stomach and cursing in my head, asking myself why he had to go and text me.

*we need to talk, I'm in town for a couple of days, meet me?*

I debated in my head as to whether or not I should reply, what if he actually had something to say for himself this time? Maybe even a valid explanation? Maybe I owe it to myself to hear him out? What if he's changed and I could give him another chance?

Just as I began typing an agreement to meet him, Becky's words came into my mind.

"You're too good to people Mel"

No. Screw that, he doesn't deserve the chance to explain himself. No way in hell, not after what he did to me.

I put my phone back down onto the bedside table and got up to go and freshen up in the bathroom, hopefully to clear my mind a little or at least distract it for as long as possible.

One shower, 40 minutes of serious beauty therapy and a pile of clothes on the floor later and I was feeling a little more decent, presentable enough to be facing the public or anyone outside of this room. I pulled my laptop out from under my bed to find the mysterious sock on top of it. I squirmed at it and threw it away from me, scrunching my nose in disgust at the smell of it. Just as I turned my laptop on I heard my phone vibrate against the desk.

*hey you, fancy grabbing some lunch with me?* it was an unknown number. I frowned at it and wondered who I had given my number to recently, but I couldn't think of anyone?

*sorry, who is this?* I typed quickly, but keeping my phone in my hands as I eagerly awaited a reply.

*ginger madman, leprechaun wannabe and your secret lover ;)* it read and I laughed to myself at our humour and inside jokes we had developed in few days.

*hello Edward, sure I'll get lunch with you ;) where d'you wanna meet?*

*Zizzi down Bene't street? meet you in 20?*

*aye aye captain ;)* I smiled at our short yet somehow amusing conversion, he was such a nice guy, and hopefully this would be a chance for me to find out what had happened the night before and to apologise for anything if necessary.