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He continues on with the lecture as I cross my arms and lean back in my seat, zipping my mouth shut in annoyance and slight embarrassment. Geez, my first day, first lecture, and I'm already in trouble. I thought university might be more bearable than secondary school with new people and less problems - clearly, it isn't.

I sigh. When the class finally ends, I practically skyrocket out my seat and shove my phone and student card into my hoodie pockets, mood brighter as I hurry towards the door. A tap on my shoulder stops me as I turn around to come face to face with my english professor. He catches Grant too, right before he worms his way out, and signals for us to follow him to his desk at the front of the room.

I sigh heavily, remembering that I have to stay behind as I drag my feet until I'm in front of his desk. He sits behind it. Glancing stealthily at the planner on his desk, I read the name Prof. Hartley. So that's his name...

"Mr Lincoln," he says, sliding a pair of glasses onto his face, "I recommend you get that swearing habit in check, along with your tendency to talk when your opinion is not asked for. No-one is going to want an impatient, cussing child to work for them."

I want to gasp at his harsh words and genuine, teacher-like attitude because of how young he appears, but all I can think of is how nicely those glasses fit his face. Ugh.

Professor Hartley's gaze sweeps to me as I pull my hoodie tighter around me, looking away, "Miss Neversea, I advise you buy a working watch, because as we saw from your wonderful etrance, yours must be dysfunctional. I'd also like to say that you should sort out that attitude and contribute more in class. I didn't sign up to teach a mute rock."

I'm seething at that as all thoughts of his attractiveness fly out the window. I bite my tongue and dig my nails into my palms, hoping that the semi-permanent crescent shapes will dullen my anger.

"You may leave. In our next lesson both of you will sit in the front. On time next lesson, Miss Neversea."

I turn around and swiftly march out, thoroughly irritated. I've been scolded before in school for my bad grades and apparently 'lazy' approach, but it's always been a 'you need to try harder, you can leave now' ordeal, never a full blown speech.

"Hey, sorry about getting you in trouble," Grant frowns as we leave room B18 with grim expressions, regret clear in his cerulean eyes.

I shake my head to try and lift my mood, "It's okay, don't worry about it, I got myself in trouble if anything. Are there any more stupid rules I need to know about before I break all of them and land myself in huge trouble?"

He laughs as we head towards the lift. All the dormitories are on the floors at the top while the lesson rooms are at the bottom. I tap the button impatiently as he fills me in, "Well, there's the no eating or drinking in lesson rule."

I frown, "That sucks."

We get into the elvator as it pings open, and I tap the top floor - floor eight - for my room while he selects floor six.

"Wait, you're on the top floor?" Grant asks, looking surprised, "That's... odd."

"Why?" I counter, confused as he mumbles to himself, "Well, I heard a rumour that this uni would do this... Our sports and other facilities are pretty great but all in all, the people in charge don't really care too much about the dorms and the constant issue we have with overflow and lack of rooms..."

That gets me worried.

"Well I mean, if you're worried that I'd be wasting space because I'm only one person in a fairly sized room, it might help to know I have a roommate. No need to worry," I offer as the elevator pauses and opens at Grant's dorm level.