Med School

Chapter 4

13/11/2011, 05:37pm

I have successfully managed to evade Aiden Stevens for two days, and I am pretty proud of myself because EVERYWHERE I TURNED TO, HE WAS THERE. I promise you, I would be in a lecture and he would walk in to hand a note to the professor (Obviously I'd duck, cover my face and hope to God that he didn't see me, as you do), I'd go to get lunch from the local café, he'd be there with his fellow 'lads' (Again, I ran like the wind).

I drew the line when I saw him in the dorm hall. NOPE. That is the only place in which I can seek refuge from all things study-related and social and just relax.

And if you're wondering why I've been avoiding this guy like the plague, well, let's just say that a little birdy informed me that Aiden is in fact the son of the Chancellor of Oxford. Yeah, THE FREAKING CHANCELLOR. As in the guy who runs the entire damn place.

And of course my avoidance of Aiden couldn't last for long, no, the universe just couldn't allow me to have some dignity left, so I unknowingly bumped into him... Okay, fine, I tripped and threw all of my stuff on the floor and in the process, managed to bump into Aiden.

"Woahhh, are you okay there?"

I looked up at Aiden and then down at my scattered belongings and got the sudden urge to eat ice cream and cry at a rom-com. I stand up with as much grace and, hopefully, dignity as I can muster and look Aiden straight in the eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for asking."

I bend back down and slowly start to gather my thing when Aiden stops me.

"No snarky comeback? No insult? Come on! I thought we had a thing going. You insult me and I make a joke. What changed...? Oh... You found out, didn't you?"

"Oh, that your father's the Chancellor of Oxford? Oh no, apparently that's common knowledge around here TO EVERYONE except ME. Of course this would happen to me, of all people. I freaking insult the son of the guy who owns or runs or SOMETHINGs this place! God, I've never felt so stupid in my life. Probably except for when I tripped over thin air and threw my things everywhere. Oh wait, that was just now. Excuse me while I go and find a hole to crawl and die in."

I shove everything into my bag and turn around. Aiden bursts out laughing. "How are you able to form such monologues in your head? Honestly, I can just about string two or three sentences together, but you, man, you just talk like you're speaking at the White House Correspondents' Dinner." I turn around and slightly smile at him.

"I think you may be the first person to not think my outwardly expressed internal monologues AREN'T a cause for concern or a  reason to get me admitted into an asylum." Aiden smirks at me and bends down to pick up a notebook. "I think you left this on the floor"

He hands me the notebook and leaves, winding through the busy corridors of the university. That could have gone worse, I think. I open the notebook and look through it. Wait, whose notebook is this? It definitely isn't mine, it has some weird, and pretty amazing, drawings in it and I can just about draw a stick figure.

I flip to the last page and there's an 11 digit number on it, with Aiden's name written below it.