Charlotte is a first year at the prestigious Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts in London. Little does she know that inside these old walls not only her love for acting will grow.
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When I come home I throw my stuff on the sofa and walk straight in the kitchen. I need a tea to calm my nerves.
Waiting for the water to boil, I put my laptop on the kitchen table and open up Google. Typing the key word Hiddleston I press enter. There is page after page of articles about him. A wikipedia page dedicated to his life and work. And loads of references to his two million fans on twitter.
Oh my god, that guy is a hollywood star. Taking a sip from my tea, I really hope it's advertised stress relief kicks in soon.
Glued to the screen I read a few articles about his performance in Thor, about past girlfriends and his views on life and acting. With all the small images used in the articles, I click on the photo section of my Google search, curious to take a closer look.
Mouthing WOW, I tilt my head and stare at the screen. Dark hair, blonde, short, long, in a suit, in a shirt, he manages to look great in every picture. And these eyes. These blue eyes.
I slam the laptop shut just as Julia, my roommate, enters the kitchen. I must have been so lost in my search, I didn't hear the front door open.
"Oi, Char. What are you up to?"
"I just google my Professor. Well my mentor. Whatever, it's basically the same. Each group got an alumni that is helping us settling in and guiding us through the semester. They are in charge of their own class and also gonna grade us"
"Anyone famous?"
"Tom Hiddleston"
"Come again?"
"He appeared in quite a lot of Shakespeare productions on stage and on telly. His claim to fame is his role in Thor"
"Thor is your professor?"
"Not Thor, Loki his brother"
"The dark haired one in the leather cape?"
"Yep, thats him. Thomas William Hiddleston."
"Shame you didn't get the hot one"
"Actually, I think he is hot"
"Joking right. I would choose the ripped Norse God with the hammer any day. Ripped Char, ripped bloke with a hammer. Can't beat that"
"Well, looks like lean Gods of mischief are more up my street"
She walks over to me, turns the laptop around and looks through the photos of my google search.
"Well, you always have been an odd one" she starts laughing.
I growl and send her an evil look. Knowing deep down she is right. I have never been one for the mainstream. Earning me quite the reputation as a weirdo back in school.
"Well hot or not, I shouldn't even be thinking about him this way. He is more or less my Professor for the semester"
"Sooooooo" Jules drags out every letter, raising her eyebrows.
"Nothing further. He is a Professor. So my thoughts will stay on an appropriate, professional Level. I worked too hard to get here. I don't need to shag my way to good grades"
"Who said anything about shagging for grades. Even as a drama student you don't need to be this dramatic. At least your semester with the hot, athletic God of Mischief wont be dull" rolling her eyes at me, she leaves the room.
I choose to ignore her and take a sip from my tea. Making a mental note to look for a more effective tea. I have got a feeling I will need it for this semester.
"But talking of shagging" Jules shouts over from the living room.
"You really should consider getting laid again. It's been six months Char. And ..."
I choke on my tea, fighting for air.
"You have always been a hopeless romantic" I spit out in-between coughs.
I take my laptop and make my way to my room. I know she means well and she probably is right, but I am not ready to get back out there. I am well over my breakup with Paul, but with everything that is on my plate right now it would take a very extraordinary man for me to make room in my life.
I close the door and fall onto my bed. Closing my eyes a set of blue ones appears.
