Hurt.

Hi...

It's 7am and I was all ready to go to school. It's my first day at the University so I was so excited, I couldn't even eat breakfast. But I was still traumatized because of what happened earlier.

*Phone rings* "Hey! Get your back off the wall, don't you get comfortable, think..."

"Mom?" I answer my phone.

"Hey cookie, how is my big girl today?" she asks.

"I'm ok mom and you?" I ask back.

"I miss you my angel" she says.

"I miss you too mom, I..." I choke as I try to tell her about my morning but the words disappear.

"You what?"she asks

"I have to go mom, I have class soon and I don't want to miss it" I lie.

I wasn't about to tell my mother about the trauma from earlier on. At this point tears start filling my eyes.

"I love you mom, I will call you after my classes, ok?" I say in tears.

Fortunately with all those drama classes I had taken in Highschool I had learnt how to master acting, my mom didn't suspect a thing, at least I thought so.

"Millie, what's wrong?" She asks in a concerned voice.

She clearly has learnt how to master the master's work of acting.

"Nothing mom, I'm just so.... nervous you know, it's a new school, new people, I'm a small town girl, it's all just getting to me." I say.

This time I wasn't lying. I was nervous. But I wasn't completely honest with my mom, I was still sad about finding a random guy in my bed this morning.

"Awww cookie, you will be fine, you always find a way to be fine , just relax and smile" she says. "Do those breathing exercises you learnt in your drama classes.... you know those 'hoosah brrr' things"...she adds.

"Mom" I interrupt,"thanks" I laugh. "I will call you later yeah?" I confirm.

"Ok, I love you... all the best" she hangs up.

I take 3 deep breaths and feel calmer. It was time for me to get to class, I was feeling good about class, maybe because I was confident because I already studied Drama in Highschool.

I walk out of my room and into the living area of our flat, and I find a guy watching tv"

"Millie, right?" He asks

"Yeah...who are you?" I ask ,surprised.

"I'm Dean" he replies

"Hi..." I say as I look down.

"Look, I'm really sorry for earlier on, it's not like me, I was really drunk and I needed a bed to sleep on, I can't sleep on anything else" he explains.

"Oh... I see" I reply.

"Please let me make it up to you, can I take you out for lunch?" He asks politely.

"Oh... uh... I can't, I have..." I respond.

"Come on, it will be fun, it's just two people hanging, right?" He interrupts.

"Right." I say.

"Ok then it's a date!" He says.

I quickly look up and give him an astonished look.

"Relax... I'm just messing with you" he smiles. " I will pick you up at 12:30."

I shrug and walk towards the main door and exit.

" I will pick you up at 12:30?" I murmur to myself.

How did he know that my last class ends at 12:20 and why is he picking me up and where will he find me? All these questions kept on lingering in my mind as I approached my first class.