yours and only yours.

7. class.

you sat in the back of a crowded classroom, waiting for what seemed like hours for the bell to ring so you could go to your fifth period. karissa's class. maybe it was her, or the subject she taught that made you just love the class, you didn't know.

the intercom turned on, and a loud ding blasted through the room, and every hallway. you gathered the rest of your things and joined the sea of students walking out of their classes, and into the hallway. walking with your head down, you bump into the "popular guys" of the university.

they were always getting into trouble. if it was skipping class, flunking classes, or simply just being annoying, they would always find a way to try and torment you.

somehow, you didn't deal with their behavior, and often times made them regret even talking to you through a series of insults and threats, which of course, would never actually happen. their names were caleb, blake, and mateo.

caleb just so happened to have a crush on you, and was extremely desperate for a date with you.

"come on, morgan. just one date, please." he says, wrapping his arm, tightly around you.

"caleb would you shut the fuck up?" you say, shoving yourself off of him. "i need to get to class. not that you three would know what that is. and would you, for the love of god, just drop out already? you're making me look bad."

"and how's that?" he says, looking at blake and mateo.

"i don't need three mindless idiots staring at my ass or boobs every time i walk by. we get it, your dicks are small, you don't have a brain, and have severe mommy issues. that's why you try and get with every teacher in sight."

"hm, good. i don't need a fat bitch like you anyway, morgan. eat a salad you fucking big bodied heifer." caleb says, looking at you up and down.

it was comments like that that made you feel shitty. of course, that was their goal. you tried not to think about it too much, and try and walk as fast as you can until the bell rings, but unfortunately you were late. you walked through the big wooden door frame to professor bardsley's class, and she greets you with the soft brown eyes you fell in love with.

"sorry i'm late. i was dealing with something in the hallway." you say, honestly.

"everything alright?" she asks, a smile appearing on her face at the sight of you.

"oh yeah, everything's fine."

"okay, good. take a seat."

you walk to your seat, and karissa continues a presentation on the circulatory system and the terminology. miley sits next to you, taking notes as karissa talks.

"she was fucking worried about you." miley says, sitting up to talk with you.

"really?"

"she kept asking us if anyone's seen you. biting her nails and shit. it was weird."

"hm. she's never done that before."

"well you've never been late to her class. what happened anyway?"

"fucking caleb. again. this time he called me a fat bitch, big bodied heifer, and told me to eat a salad."

"ugh. you need to put that fucker in his place, forreal."

"i almost wanna fight him, just so he knows i can. he thinks i'm this little sex crazed college girl, but i'm not."

"he's a fucking idiot. everyone knows him and his friends are fucking stupid. she'd kill you if you got into a fight." miley says, pointing down at karissa.