chapter 3

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A part if me wanted to forget the whole altercation , but it was also my first bit of banter with a cute  boy but , I was here to focus on my studies not boys , to the back of my mind is forevermore where boxer boy shall live.

I walked into the apartment , there sat Celine with a displeased look on her face, as if I was on the one who forgot to buy milk.

"what took you so long? it's just milk" she said

"sorrr-rry , I just ran into a few distractions along the way" I said nonchalantly

"whatevs makortie , milk please? my cereal isn't going to liquefy itself" she said

I could never stay mad at Celine , she was one of the wittiest souls I've ever met and trust me they're hard to come across.

"hey , heads up , cute british boy down the hall , is the furthest thing from a gentleman " I warned

she smiled instantly and replied" how would you know this? is there something you're not telling me ?"

without revealing too much I said " he may be the distraction to which I was referring to"

even more excitedly she said " Faatimah Yusuf Essack , details , now!"

I was a master at avoiding conversation and quickly formulated an excuse " we're going to be late , later , I promise

she was not pleased

"fine , but this conversation is NOT by ANY standards over" she said before rushing off to get ready

After the morning milk dash, Celine and I parted ways , as she went to the creative side of the university and I made my way to an ominous brick building , where inside lies my future. Not intimidating at all ? right?

Cue self-assured and cocky lecturer telling us how we're all useless first years and 90% of us won't be here by year 7. We get the point , you're older better , smarter and wiser than us , can we move on to the actual you teaching , we learning part?

"right ladies and gentleman , I'm going to put you in pairs for your first assignment" said the pompous lecturer

Day one and I had homework , I need a reminder as to why I signed up for my death

we were all scattered around the room as the lecturer called out the pairs . I heard my name ring through the room "Tom Dancy and Faatimah Essack"

I looked around a bit and I asked a random white boy "Tom?"

he replied " Indeed it is, named Thomas Dancy , self proclaimed footballer , coffee enthusiast , future cardiologist and all round gentleman"

I felt as if he'd just recite his twitter bio to me and decided to offer him the same courtesy

"Faatimah Essack , South African born , anglo-file at heart , fellow coffee enthusiast, future paediatrician and all round feminist"

"Pleasure to meet your acquaintance" he said while motioning to shake my hand 

this is more like it , a well brought up young man with decent if not impeccable manners

"well with all the formalities out of the way , do you want to formulate a game plan?" I said

straight to business as usual , could I be anymore uptight and snobby

"yeah so the jist of the assignment is to see if we deserve to be here and if we can work well with a partner, that sort of thing. We've gotta create a model of the human body , with detailed anatomy and present it to the class, we've got one week"

"one week!" I exclaimed

"don't worry mate , where do you live? I promise I'm not the stalker type"

and he had a sense of humour , I was beginning to think Tom was perfect , but as a friend of course , as a friend.

"oh , umm , the building like two blocks away , century court" I said still trying to remember , 4 days isn't long enough to memorise my new address

"crickey , I stay there too! this is perfect , I'll walk you home today and you can meet my roommate ,since we'll be seeing a lot of each other during the week"

"woah , how fortunistic , thanks , you can meet my roommate as well" I said

little did I know the implications of those tiny, tiny requests we exchanged with each other.

Tom was shaping up to be a great friend and as promised walked me home. When we were in the lift I noticed he pressed number 4 and when we got out , he made is way to the end of the hall.

It can't be , no , it just can't. Boxer boy can't be nice gentlemanly Tom's roommate? My inner ramblings were abruptly put to and end when Tom spoke.

"welcome to my humble abode , that over there is my roommate and best friend Mikhail , studying chemical engineering"

^^

do you like Tom ? and what do you think of that cliff-hanger ? Boxer boy finally has a name , next chapter watch the awkwardness unfold and new alliance form

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