Breaking "Bad"

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[Edited]

~Hailey~

The sky was a familiar dull grey as I reached the campus of the prestigious Hertfordshire University - the private one, of course. 

I marched forward in my desginer boots, bag on my arm. The entrance stood at the focal point of the building, towering high above the large stretch of grass which surrounded the front and back of the campus; the doors were made of a heavy oak wood, reminding me of castle doors found in a place like Transylvania.

On hearing my phone ping yet again, I muttered a curse. Layla was relentless. Instead of replying I chose not to answer it and continued to march forward, shouldering my way past the dozens of students who stood milling about in my line of path.

The main building Ibwas walking towards was the most important, built for the Art, English, Media, and Journalism & Communication students. At first I'd thought it was the only campus structure but on soon visiting however, I noticed that it wasn't.

In the far distance behind it, several square-shaped structures similar in design littered the field and hosted lecture rooms and workshops for students of other studies. Around them, neat; cream-coloured stone paths travelled across the grass in straight lines or occasional bends, branching off in the appropriate places to reach the outer buildings.

Overall, the place was huge and exceptionally jaw-dropping -- the perfect institution for rich students.

Making my way up the steps, I walked through the entrance and glided along the polished stone floors in a hurry; to prevent Layla from kicking my ass. I was late. I cursed and speed walked under the arched ceilings until I made a sharp left and entered the cafeteria.

Where the rest of the building was Victorian in style, a few of the classrooms; the gym and the cafeteria were modern and open-spaced -- just the way I liked it. Scanning the large room, I tried to spot the familiar cluster of well-dressed girls who belonged to my group.

Taking up the entire length of the back wall stood the metal food stands and tills. Sometimes Layla could be found there queueing for a fruit salad, or something equally as ridiculous for breakfast. 

She wasn't there today.

Hmm...

My eyes drifted past the tills and over to the right side of the room where several coffee machines and a few smaller tables were stood. Light from the windows next to them hit the floor and lit up the table surfaces, but I couldn't see them over there either.

"Yo! Hailey!" Layla waved manically as she called out from the right corner of the room. On hearing my name, the rest of the girls stood, smiling brightly. Of course they'd taken up two of the biggest tables in there. 

I stalked over to them.

She pulled me in for a hug when I reached her. "Finally! I get to see you in the flesh."

I laughed. "Layla, it's been two days since I last saw you. Chill."

She waved a hand, dismissing what I'd said. "Details, details..."

At that point, Courtney, a blonde who had been applying lipstick in front of her mirror, piped up. "How was your date with Scott?" Her eyes were round with excitement as she looked at me, ignoring another girl sitting next to her who was trying to get her attention.

It was the same thing they'd ask every time.

Rolling my eyes, I took a seat. The whole group sat with me, which was something I was used to. Looking