I woke up to the loud sound of Hayden screaming song lyrics in the shower. Orientation night we both discovered we had morning classes all five days a week, I had one afternoon class on Thursdays only. Other than that, anytime after 11:30, I was free. My days always began with Fine Art and always ended in Music, any class in between was what changed. Which meant my Theory, Analysis, and Composition classes, along with my Historical course switch by day. I took one elective and that was Art, Design, and Digital Culture. Just to know a bit more than what I already know about Fine Art. Thankful that I didn't have to mandatorily take any academic classes.
I threw on a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black cardigan with my white Chuck Taylors. I quickly brushed my teeth, curled my hair with a flat iron and dug through my makeup bag so I could apply a quick coat of mascara, I ate a quick bagel; grabbed my phone, house key, purse, and sprayed myself with A Thousand Wishes, my favorite Bath & Body Works fragrance, before meeting Hayden at the end of our driveway.
"You know, we should invest in some cars," I looked back at the empty driveway.
"Well, Miss. Independent, why don't we put that on our agenda for after classes, yeah?" Hayden walked a few steps ahead of me, we were both quite eager to get to school but I was stuck behind because my mother would not stop texting me.
"Yeah."
The rest of the way to school was silent, we walked in sync and kept our eyes in front of us. We still gasped at the sight of the beautiful buildings.
"This is where we split, meet me here after Psychology," I hugged her before letting her speak.
"Text me if you see mister Irish." And I shouldn't have let her speak.
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"I'm Adelaide Monroe," I introduced myself to the hundred or so kids in Fine Art, "I'm from originally from Fall River, Massachusetts but moved to Boston a few years ago, my whole family is in the states." I walked away from the podium at the bottom of the stairs and walked back to my seat, I always hated this exercise, why does everyone in the class need to know my name? I don't need anyone except Hayden and Leonardo DiCaprio.
From: Hayden x
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Is this the hottie?
I looked at the picture several times before confirming that it wasn't him that was in her perception class.
To: Hayden x
Not him xx
I put my phone away and looked over my syllabus, I was to put together an art portfolio by next Monday. I was thanking the Gods that I brought a whole box of my art with me to London.
"You're not an art major, are you, love?" I turned to the boy next to me and shook my head.
"Music, actually. I just needed another backup."
I looked at the boy. He has black hair with a single blond highlight, big brown eyes, and both of his ears are pierced. He must've been made by a Greek God, he had high cheekbones and a prominent jawline. Tattoos covered his right arm, he sported a black t-shirt with black jeans and all black Doc. Martens.
"Ah, music. I'm Zayn," He held out a hand for me which I gingerly took.
"I'm Adelaide."
"So, you sing? Or is it an instrument thing?" He asked, his accent was thick. It echoed through my head and I loved the way it sounded, it was smooth.
