Ben awoke to the sound of his alarm at 12 o'clock pm. He looked drowsily at his phone, seeing that he missed his twenty-seven other alarms he had set, and thought: Welp, looks like I missed the first day of class. This kind of mishap would make any normal person incredibly scared, but Ben hardly seemed to care.

He sat up to see his new roommate, Hux, typing at his computer. Hux turned his head, "Finally up, eh? You sure do sleep through a lot of noise," He said in a snarky, disapproving manner. Ben simply nodded, not having nearly enough energy to do anything else. "You know you really should ask for permission before setting thirty fuckin' alarms on my day off." Shit. Ben already knew that Hux didn't like him much, and this sure as hell wasn't going to help anything.

"Sorry." he muttered, barely.

"Nonetheless, it gave me enough time to learn my professor will be in his office today. I'm going to go see him in a couple of minutes," Hux seemed very proud of himself.

"Alright," Ben started drifting back to sleep.

"Hey," Hux said as he stood up and walked over to Ben's bed. "Buddy, don't fall back to sleep." He held his head up with his hands in a v-shape over his cheeks. "You have a lot of catching up to do if you want to succeed here. I suggest you try to contact someone from the classes you missed today." Ben nodded. "Good, I'll see you later." Hux quickly slipped his shoes on and left their dorm. Maybe he was wrong about Hux. He sure thinks he's doing the best for me, he thought.

deciding it was probably time to get up, he slowly moved his legs to the side of his bed and placed both feet on the ground. Hoisting himself to his feet, his head reeled with dizziness and he tumbled back into bed. After a few moments of self-pity, he closed his eyes and returned to sleep.

When he finally awoke, it was nearly 2 pm. Hux was probably right-I can't expect to stay in school if I don't even go to classes, he thought. With a considerable amount of effort, he managed to pull himself up-almost falling back into his bed again-and made his way to his desk to open his class website.

Jesus there's a lot of people in this class, he thought. Scrolling through he decided to pick someone randomly to contact. He clicked their profile and began an email: Dear Poe Dameron, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm afraid you have some information that I desperately need. You see, I missed the first lecture today, and so anything the professor said, I need to know. Could you please contact me back with a detailed list of all the important things he said? Thanks - Ben Solo

The cursor clicked send and leaned back, feeling proud of himself for such an eloquent letter. Not even a minute later he received a reply. Ben opened it quickly and read: Dude, just look at the online syllabus. He frowned, the self-pity returned; How could you not think of that, you fucking moron. He smacked himself on the forehead and sighed, then returned to his computer, looking up the syllabus on the course page. He didn't seem to have missed too much. He thought, you better fucking go the next day, and nodded in agreement..

The next day Ben managed to get up before his alarm. He tried his best to get ready for the day quietly, to keep from waking his roommate. Grabbing a granola bar, he slipped on his shoes, wrapped up his scarf, and headed out the door.

As he walked out onto the cold earth he tore open his breakfast and began to eat. The sun was hardly up, and there was no one around at all. With the silence his mind began to wander. He thought about everything that brought him here: he could've gone to a much better local school, but he decided on Hosnian State University. He wasn't on the best terms with his hometown, and couldn't even stand being anywhere within driving distance of his parents. But worst of all, there were the haunting memories of one of the girls there that he could not bare to live through.

Just as he was thinking about her, and feeling the darkest he'd felt in a long time, he spotted another early riser on their way to class. He tried to keep his distance; he couldn't bare to talk to someone feeling this shitty about himself. But he kept an eye on her, intrigued at who she was.

As they both grew closer to his class and the sky got brighter, he began to feel some hope rising inside of him that maybe she'd be in his class. And, sure enough, when he turned the corner to enter his classroom, she was walking in the door. The thought of speaking with her almost brought a smile to his face, and he began to stride in with newfound confidence, but then he felt tug from the back of his mind: You didn't even see her face and you already want to fuck her? You're such a disgusting pervert. The smile faded before it arrived, and he trudged into class.

As he entered the lecture hall, his only thought was to get a seat as far away from her as possible. But when he looked up at the crowded hall, he saw only one empty seat-right next to her. Just my luck. He let out a heavy sigh, trudging up the stairs and through the row of seats, stepping over many pairs of legs.

"Mind if I sit?" he asked the girl with his head down, avoiding eye contact. She didn't seem to notice him with all the noise in the room. Shoving a crushing feeling in his chest, he slumped into the seat.

When the class started he could hardly pay attention. Despite his best efforts to refrain from staring at her out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but admire her. She was beautiful, in a way that reminded him of...her.

"Oh God…"