W E T [l.t. au]

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Today was the first day of the semester. I didn't know if I was nervous right now or excited, all I knew was that I had butterflies in my stomach. This was my first official day at Oxford. I had wanted to come here ever since I was a little girl after I read The Golden Compass, or in Europe: The Northern Lights, by Philip Pullman. I don't know what it was about it, but ever since I was ten I have wanted to study at Oxford. Of course it's been hard and a wild ride for twelve years but I finally was able to apply and get accepted.

The amount of things I had to do, wow. Let me just say there was a lot but now that I was looking at myself in the mirror and telling myself: "I am an Oxford Student." It was very exciting. I have come a long way to go here. I had gotten an education visa to come here to study at the London College for a couple of years. I had gotten a job in London, it was at a Barnes and Nobel but I didn't care. I had also applied for dual citizenship (that was still being processed and under review). Granted none of this was required for me to go to Oxford but when I was a senior in high school, the admissions director said that the more experience in life, from education to work ethic to even volunteer work would better my chances of getting accepted so I took four years to better my application. And it all paid off.

"Oi, Susan! Are you ready?" My room mate Katie asked as she walked back into our room with two English muffins.

"Yeah. I should be ready now." She nods before grabbing her things and took the English muffin Katie was offering her.

"Great, let's go. I hear if you're there early, you can get the best seats in Professor Wolff's class. I hear he's absolutely amazing, and he always has a fling with a first year student that sits in his front row. Though that's simply a rumor." She went on. I let out a laugh and shook my head, finding it hard to believe that a well respected professor at Oxford would have sexual relations with a first year student. "So, you never told me what was up between you and Chris." She started and I couldn't help but sigh.

"We've been avoiding each other to be honest." I answered one hundred percent truthfully. "I've been so angry at him that I can't even stand to even text him, and he well... He's probably having sex with that girl from Rain right now and probably has been since the last week." I finished, I can already feel a headache forming.

"I told you not to get involved with him." She told me, reminding me that she was once again right about my horrible love life. "He has a reputation of fucking around."

"I know, I know. I was stupid. I might just text him to tell him we need to break up.... But. I'm still so angry! Like why would you leave your girlfriend at a club! A club that is very crowded! I mean, something could have happened to me! I could have been drugged! Or raped! Or even worse: killed! You just don't do that to your girlfriend!"

"Hey at least you had that one guy! The guy you danced with and that took you home for the night!" Katie reminded me and I felt my cheeks flush at the memory.

"That was a one night thing. I highly doubt I will ever see him again."

"You never told me what happened when he brought you to his place."

"Nothing happened! He asked if I wanted to have sex and I told him no, he seemed a bit put off by that but what do you expect, but he gave me some of his clothes to sleep in and that was it. Then the next morning I went to leave and I see him coming out of the shower and I said thank you and left. Nothing happened."

"Honestly? Fucking hell, Susan! Shag around a bit, ya prude!" Katie jokes and I rolled my eyes at her. "On a scale of Daniel Radcliffe to David Beckham, how fit was he?" She asked me and I side glared at her. I thought about it.

"In my opinion... He was Captain America."

"A fucking God then?!"

"To me! I mean.... You didn't see him when he got out of the shower! If I wasn't so set on leaving I probably would have had sex with him!"