2:
The next morning, I wake up early. Although I am exhausted from jetlag and travelling, I will myself to get up. Technically, it is 1AM to my mind, but I roll out of bed anyway. I shower and brush my teeth before Avery wakes up, and I change into jeans and a sweater.
I walk into the kitchen and make myself a cup of tea. Avery seems to have a wide collection here, so I grab some English breakfast and start the kettle. Avery stomps into the living room wearing nothing but a grey t-shirt and her underwear. I turn away at her appearance and make myself look busy with the sugar bowl.
“Hey, wanna make me a cuppa?” she mumbles as she collapses on the couch. I stifle a chuckle and grab a cup for her too.
“So, I have English first too, which I bet those bastards did on purpose,” Avery says. She agreed to give me the campus tour before classes begin. She’s carrying her cup of tea around, wearing a sweatshirt and sleeping shorts, despite the chilly morning air. I guess she doesn’t care what she looks like on Monday morning. She wears a pair of fluffy slippers around the campus streets. I must look a bit over dressed next to her in my sweater and jeans.
She points out all the buildings, sipping her tea occasionally. A few students that pass by give Avery a nod, and ignore me completely.
After walking around campus a little bit more, Avery and I head towards the Workshop Theatre, where English is held. It looks like an old church, which it probably is. I follow Avery up the huge steps and into the building. We walk down a long hallway and turn into a room that looks like a classroom. I expected more of a lecture room, but inside there are about 20 desks lined up in rows.
I make my way to the front of the classroom and go to sit in the front row. Avery scowls at me and sits in the back row. No one is in here besides us, so I walk down the row and sit right in front of Avery. She laughs and rests her feet on the back of my chair. Students start to file in and I glance nervously at the clock. I sit with my hands folded across my textbook. A boy comes and sits beside me. He ignores me completely and turns around to talk to Avery. They become engaged in some football conversation and he turns around lazily when the professor walks in.
I try to listen to the professor’s opening lecture, but I find myself distracted by the boy beside me. He has brown hair that is arranged across his forehead in a messy fashion that somehow looks very attractive. His eyes are bright blue, and it seems that he is trying very hard to avoid my glare. He wears a grey shirt and dark jeans with a pair of sneakers. I look away from him and find myself staring at him again. He turns to me and smiles. His eyes light up with mischief and his smile is wide.
“D’you need something, love?” he whispers.
“Uh..nope,” I respond stupidly. My response causes him to grin wider.
“Ah, you’re the American that’s moved in with Avery,” he says. I expect him to introduce himself, or ask me my name, but he just ends the conversation there. I decide to ignore him, and try to listen to the lecture. He’s already distracted me enough.
When the class is over, I stand up right away and make a bolt for the door. As soon as I’m about to leave, Avery calls my name. “Hey, I reckon you should probably stay here with me. Unless of course you know how to get to History by yourself?”
I make my way back to her. She stands around a crowd of people laughing and carrying on. The one that sat beside me in class is sat right on a desk beside Avery. His pointed grin is wide as she talks.
I stand beside her impatiently, waiting for her to stop talking so we can go. I’d have made better progress asking someone how to get to history, rather than waiting for her. I tap my foot quickly and she glares at me. “Alright, alright, let’s go.”
