Heart for Takeaway | JUNGKOOK

two

I wake up early, too early for my 10 o'clock class. But it was my first class here and I was jumpy.

I'd heard Bea leave around 7 o'clock, even with her late night. That girl sure was dedicated.

Swallowing down some toast, I made myself a mug of tea to take to my room. You heard it right, tea. I couldn't understand how people enjoyed coffee, no amount of tiredness could force me to get that vile liquid down my throat.

Getting a couple of outfits out, I looked them over. I was a pretty good student. Okay really good, I mean my cgpa was 4.8 and I'd worked pretty hard for it. I wanted to look studious and put-together, not sloppy casual like was normal for me, but then this was college, you dress up, you stick out like a sore thumb.

Deciding on dark blue jeans and a white long-sleeved top, I quickly brushed through my shoulder-length brown hair, leaving it open with a hairclip on the side. There, cute but not trying too hard. As for makeup, hell no. I preferred makeup only on special occasions, that way I didn't look like a corpse every time I went without.

I was getting my books delivered in a few days, so I just shoved a notebook and laptop in my bag, plugged in my headphones and headed out.

I got to class easily, a map of campus open on my phone and the Chainsmokers blasting in my ears. I was about 10 minutes early and 100% sure I'd be branded as the nerd who made a point to get to class before the teacher.

There were already a couple of people inside, several in the front row and scattered around, all with that sleepy dead look in their eyes. I couldn't help but smile. The first Monday back was THE WORST, wasn't it? I possibly looked like a maniac grinning at the prospect of classes, but I couldn't help it. I'd worked so hard to get this scholarship.

I was a computer major, mainly software engineering. I loved my major, but my college wasn't offering good programs. So I got my generals out of the way and then applied for a scholarship here. This place had the BEST computer program in the country, and I was definitely gonna make the most of it.

I decided on a center row middle seat, a seat away from a cute black-haired girl, clutching her coffee cup and scrolling through her phone.

She looked up as I sat down, and passed me a small smile. Phew.

"Hello". I nodded, turning my music volume down.

"Hi. Are you new here? I don't think I've seen you in this class before."

"Um yeah. I just transferred over from Long Island. I'm Liz"

"Oh cool. I'm Liana. Welcome to campus, I guess", she gave a small laugh, extending her hand towards me.

Not gonna lie, I was surprised, holding out my hand. I didn't think people remembered how to shake hands anymore.

She shifted her stuff over so she was next to me. Yay, I'd made a friend already. Or maybe acquaintance, I guess.

"So Liz, are you really the wake-up-and-smile-type, or is this a rare occurrence?" she grinned cheekily at me. Definitely friend, I liked her already.

"Yep don't get used to this" I grinned back. "You seem like the perfect partner for my wake-up-and-zombie-mode though" I laughed, gesturing at her coffee.

"You'll think I'm exaggerating, but this coffee is literally the only reason I'm sitting in a 3 hour English Literature class this early". Shaking her head at me, she took a long sip of her drink.

The class had filled up almost half-full by now. People were still streaming in, greeting classmates after a summer apart. I got a few strange looks, but the professor walked in and everyone settled down almost immediately.

According to the uni website, Professor Ibrahim would be teaching English Lit. He looked, well, exactly like a literature teacher would, reading glasses perched on his nose and a couple of books and papers in his hands, setting them down on the desk. He took off his glasses, rubbing his eyes and turning to watch the last few students walk in. Turning my attention there as well, guess who just walked into the class?

Yep, the runner from yesterday, still in black. Did he not change his outfit ever? He'd thrown a grey jacket over it, and had the face mask on still? Was he about to sit through class with that on? Nodding at the teacher, he walked towards the back and I heard him sitting down somewhere on the right. 

Should I tell him I had the ID he dropped? But it could've been lying there before he came, you know, I told myself. Anyone could've dropped it. Let's see if someone comes around looking for it and then you can give it back.

"Wow look, class hasn't even started yet and you're dosing off already", Liana giggled, nudging my elbow.

I laughed, nudging her back. "Oh no, this was just practice. I'll dose off probably after the one hour mark".

She opened her mouth to say something but the teacher started talking then, cracking a joke about the summer break, to which the whole class groaned and he started laughing. This class was going to be interesting, I grinned to myself, turning off my music and leaning forward.