To separate is to die a little

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17 years earlier...

Melissa's pov

"Shit on a freaking cracker" I said under my breath as I tumbled out of bed and right onto the floor. Being late on the first day of college doesn't sound so appealing, firstly because my mom and dad would have my head, and secondly because that would be embarrassing as hell. Oh and of course because I care about my education *cough* no seriously, I do, it's just that after all these torturous years in school I kinda just want it to be over. 

When I finally found my way out of the duvet I had to blink a few times to adjust to the light of my room. Remind me to get blinds. When I could finally see properly I looked up to my nightstand to look at the clock, eight thirty a.m, which means I have exactly fifteen minutes to collect my clumpy ass and drag it to class, fun.

In a hurry I managed to brush my teeth and hair, put on a pair of regular light blue denim jeans, white tank top, black converse and a black shoulder bag. 

Before I sprinted out the door of my dorm, I grabbed a granola bar and filled my water bottle with some water. THEN the real sprinting began.

In less than a minute I came quite far, I was now inside the school building and since I knew where the classroom to my first class is I know that it isn't so far away now. But before I could turn the last corner I ran into something, or rather someone. 

"Shit, I'm sorry. I was too caught up in my thoughts that I didn't see you coming my way." I heard a deep voice say above me. Before I could utter a word a hand stretched out in front of me, urging me to take it so he could help me up.

 Without thinking I grabbed his hand and with his help I heaved myself up. When I'd gotten safely to my feet that's when I looked up and boy was this the most gorgeous human being I have ever laid my eyes on. In front of me stands a muscular guy with tattoos covering his arms, he has brown hair and the kindest blue eyes I've ever seen. He's dressed in a pair of black jeans, white T-shirt and white sneakers. Before I could further inspect him I realise that I haven't said anything in a solid thirty seconds and that I probably look like a creep just checking him out.

I drag my hand trough my hair and laugh slightly "No, it was completely my fault. I wasn't looking were I was running and... yeah I'm really sorry for running straight into you." I realise that I'm still holding his hand so I quickly drop my hand to my side. Why do I have to be the most awkward human being on this earth?

"Really, it's okay" He laughs and puts his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "I'm Liam by the way" He smiles "Melissa, but most people call me Mel" I smile until I remember that my class is about to start at any moment now. "It was really nice meeting you, and once again I'm really sorry for barging straight into you, but I really gotta go before I'm late to my class" I say in a rushed tone and give him one last smile before rounding him and continuing my path to my first lesson. 

"I hope to see you around Melissa" I hear Liam call after me as I hurry down the corridor, before turning the corner I look back and give him a small smile. 

Oh.my.gosh how can someone be THAT beautiful? I think to myself as I walk through the door to my first class. I look around the classroom that has relatively few people in it, around 15 people including me, and surprisingly the teacher isn't even here yet. I fetch my phone from my back pocket, the clock says eight forty four. Huh, talk about being on time. 

I take a seat in the back of the classroom since that's where I always sit. I guess it's because I don't want to draw any attention to myself plus if I'm lucky the teacher doesn't ask me any questions, one can always hope. Before the teacher, Mr Peters, make his entrance I send a quick text to my roommate and best friend since ten years, Ella, to make sure she's in class or at least fine, since she weren't in our dorm when I woke up. I just wanna make sure she's not in a dumpster somewhere. Honestly that's Ella to you, her consequence thinking isn't that great. I can't remember the number of times I've had to talk her out of doing dangerous ass shit. And that's when she isn't drunk so you can only imagine how she is while drunk. One word: Crazy. 

But apart from that, although it can be funny at times to be honest, she's one of the funniest and kindest person I've ever met. There's really no one like Ella. No one can make me laugh as much as she can and no one has ever been there for me as much as she has. 

We met in third grade when she moved to my hometown. Ever since the first day she enrolled to that school, we became inseparable. We spent everyday in school playing in the sandbox, skipping and making fools out of ourselves. Before her I didn't really have any friends in school, so I felt very alone in school. But my life really changed for the better when she crashed into it. 

Before I could continue my daydreaming I heard a door closing and a voice speaking up. "Good morning class!" I looked up and in front of the classroom stood our professor, I assume, a man in his late fourties in a typical "professor" look. Beige khaki trousers, wool west in a beige/brown ish color, light blue shirt under with a dark blue tie sticking up a little and to that a pair of dark brown shoes. 

If this is what college life has to offer, I don't want it.