When You Least Expect It

3

My alarm goes off at 6:00 am. Stretching out I feel like a new person. I don't think I've ever slept so well. I rub my face and sit up throwing my legs over the edge of the bed. Jason is still breathing deeply so I do my best not to wake him as I gather my things for a shower.

A guy I don't know yet steps out of one of the shower stalls in a towel and nods at me as I enter the bathroom. I nod back, making my way to a stall. I'm impressed, the stalls are a decent size to change in, and they're clean too. As I'm preparing my shower a group of voices enter the bathroom, female voices. Well, I guess that answers that question. I clear my throat so they know I'm here, though they don't seem to care. Stepping into the steamy shower I sigh, the hot water feels amazing. Makes getting up early not so tough.

I enjoy the shower longer than I should before I finish up and get dressed. I drop my toiletries back in my room, Jason doesn't look like he's moved, I wonder if I should wake him but I can't remember if he said he had a class this early so I don't. Downstairs, the house seems as though it's humming. People are slowly getting around, talking about the first day, finding something for breakfast. I search the cabinets for a pan and start the burner. A guy named Taylor joins me and asks if I'm making enough for everyone.

"I mean I can. Should I?"

"Don't be so serious, I was just joking." He nudges me with his shoulder, "But for real, what are you cooking up hot shot?"

"Just an egg scramble, something simple to get me through the first day." I tell him as I start to gather my ingredients.

Taylor raises an eyebrow at me. "You mean scrambled eggs?"

I laugh, "No, an egg scramble. It's kind of the same thing I guess but I throw in a bunch of stuff with it. Something between an omelette and scrambled eggs you could say."

"Huh," he leans back against the counter top, "If you don't mind I'd try one of those."

"Not a problem, I love to cook." I nod, chopping up a pepper.

Taylor chats with me while I prepare our breakfast, he's a tall guy. At least four inches taller than my six foot frame. His hair is a sandy blonde color, a compliment to his green eyes. I'm sure he's popular among our female counterparts. Toned but not super muscular. He seems like a nice enough guy.

I plate our breakfast and hand him one, "This one's on the house. The next one will cost you."

"Oh I see how it is. Well, it better be good then." He takes a mouthful and breathes out quickly. "Hot. Delicious, but hot."

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My first day of classes is going well. I had my first lecture, boring but easy enough. Show up, take notes, participate in discussions, ace your quizzes. Mostly what I expected. The second class of the day was even easier. Just show up and stay awake basically. I manage to make it halfway through my last and longest class before my stomach starts to sound like a dying whale. I probably should've packed a sandwich or something.

I have to say I'm actually enjoying my time. People are mostly friendly, there is always the odd asshole but most people are cool. Campus isn't too hard to navigate either, for the most part it's a short walk. The furthest walk is from the dorm, and even that isn't bad. Besides, I like the free exercise.

I get a text just as I exit my class.

Jason: Hey bro, are you done yet? Come grab some lunch with me and a couple of the guys.

> I actually just walked out of my last class. You know lunch was hours ago right?

Jason: Ok, so a late lunch bitch. Or an early dinner. A snack. Whatever the fuck you want to call it just come grab a bite with us.