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I walked into my first lecture—English

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I walked into my first lecture—English.
My favorite. I could ace it in my sleep.

Naturally, I took the first bench.
Yes, I’m a proud nerd. No shame.

I chatted with a few girls and boys around me, just small talk and polite smiles, when a girl walked over and asked,

“Is this seat taken?”

“Nope. You can sit.” I smiled back.

She introduced herself as Khushi.

Turns out, she’s also in Psych—just like me. Instant comfort.

There were two rows of benches in class.

I looked around casually and spotted a guy: tall, broad, kinda ho-

Wait a second.

No. Freaking. way.

That’s the asshole. The one with the coffee and the attitude.

He's clearly noticed me too but still doesn't acknowledge me.

Just looked right past me like I didn’t exist.

We technically don’t know each other, sure…

But still, it felt kinda… rude? No, betraying?

Ugh. Why do I even care?

Before my overthinking could spiral, the professor walked in. He introduced himself before coming to the point.

“I won’t bore you with academics today,” he said. “So how about we… debate?”

The front benchers cheered.
The backbenchers groaned.
The professor didn’t care.

“Row 1 will argue money can buy happiness. Row 2, money can’t.
Choose your leaders and feel free to look up points online.”

After some chaotic whispering, I ended up as the leader for my team.

I guess, my first impression turned out to be amazing in front of my classmates.

And, of course, the asshole became the leader of his.

He met my eyes for one second. No smile. No nod. Just war.

“May the debate begin,” the professor said.

❤️‍🔥


This debate is going to be so dramatic. Y'all will love it

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