7:42 AM. This is the number I read on my clock alarm. My name is Lena Oxton, I'm 19 years old and a college student at Overwatch University and I am currently studying Computer Science. Why,you may ask? Well, my father was an engineer and I've always been passionate about what he made me learn on technologies. I need to get up, I'm gonna be late. I was dressed in an Avengers shirt and cat patterned-shorts. That's an outfit I call my pyjamas. My dorm room was pretty messy, even though I was the only one living there. Textbooks and clothes scattered across the floor, I reached for a pair of jeans and a basic white shirt that somehow looked clean. After getting dressed, I laced my black Converse shoes, put my glasses on, as well as a red jacket and my bag with all my school stuff. I closed my door, locked it, and placed the key in my pocket. I began walking all the way through the dormitory's hallway looking at my feet, until I bumped into a tall, slim figure.

"Oh, I'm sorry love!" I immediately said.

-"Pardon!" Answered a french voice.

When I looked up to see who I bumped into, I was startled by the beauty who stood before me. Amélie Lacroix, 22, French and Fine Arts student. Also my crush. Tall, piercing almond gold eyes, pretty face, fleeky eyebrows and long purple dyed hair. She smiled at me before walking by my dumbfounded small figure and towards her room, which was across from mine. I felt blood and sweat creep up my face because it's not everyday that you bump into your crush and that they smile back at you. My heart was beating really fast now, and I was standing in the middle of the way like an idiot, but I needed to get to the main campus, salute my friends and go to my classes. That's what I did afterwards. I opened the exit door then closed it with a kick of my feet, then ran all the way to the main campus. There were my friends, sitting on a bench near a big sole tree.

"Hey Hana, hey Froggy Boy!"

Froggy Boy was the nickname I gave my other friend Lúcio. Oh yeah that's right, I forgot to introduce my two friends! Hana Song, 19, Korean, also a student in Computer Science. She's really funny and such a supportive friend! Also a big nerd gamer, she's collectionning anime and video game figures in her room and owns a 3DS console that you can't get off her hands. She would literally rip your throat off if you tried to.

Lúcio, 21, Brazilian, Music student. He's lovely, and is really good at making music. He's invited to lots of parties, just to be the DJ. Great soccer player. He's also actually working at Wendy's. Flippin' burgers all day to pay his apartment's monthly rent.
"Hey Lena!" They both said in unison.
-"What's up you guys?"
-"Well, we both bave Computer Science class now and Lucío's got history." Hana answered.
-"Yeah, and guess who my teacher is... Handsoap." Said Lucío in desperation.
"Oh my gosh love, I feel so sorry for you!" One wrong answer and Handsoap, whose real name is Mr. Hanzo Shimada, will drop 5 assignements and 6 essays due for the next week on your desk.

The bell rang and we all stood from the bench, and made our way towards our classes. We waved goodbye to the frog-loving boy, and then opened the classroom door. I sat to the very back of the room and gamer girl did the same, sitting next to me. We were chatting about memes and YouTubers when Mr. Winston entered the place. Funny fact: he's a gorilla. He cleared his throat, and began the lesson. I was pretending to listen but I was still thinking about what happened this morning at the dorms. I opened a notebook and put it on my desk, and doodled a little Amélie with a heart above her head. I just couldn't get rid of these thoughts, so I needed to draw them, y'know? I was so bored that I just drew whatever was coming to mind. Now the recently blank page was filled with drawings of Pepe frogs, pixel hearts and the little doodle of my crush. I glanced to my left to see Hana looking at her phone.

"Pssst..." I whispered.

She turned her head to me then winked.

"What are you doing on your phone?" I asked with a cheeky grin.

"Watchin' porn." The Korean girl joked.

-"Haha, sure. Nah seriously, what're ya doin'?"

Mr. Winston turned his head towards us and told us to keep it down. He then reajusted his glasses with two of his fingers and went on. Since he busted us talking, I had no other choice but to write my question on a piece of paper. I ripped off a piece of paper from my doodle page and wrote on the back of it.

"So, what's got you distracted?" I checked if the teacher wouldn't see me, and he was writing on the board. I tossed the little paper ball at Hana's desk. She opened it, read it and took a ballpen from her pencil case. She tossed the paper back at me.

I unwrapped it to read: "i kno u have a crush on amelie the french girl. im on her insta."

My jaw dropped and my eyes jumped out of their holes.

After what seemed like eternity, the bell finally rang. I got up from my desk, and we walked towards math class. I shared lots of classes with Hana. Math was my favourite class because well, Amélie was in the seat just across from mine. I sat on the wooden chair and once again pulled out all my notes and stuff from my bag. When the tall purple-haired girl came into view, I heard the gremlin nerd behind me whistle. I giggled at that but it also made me nervous. I still needed to apologize for being an idiot this morning. I stood up and made my way towards Amélie who was busy unpacking her stuff.

"H-hey. Amé...lie right?" Stop stuttering you dumbass.

-"Hello. Yes that's me. Lena if I'm not wrong?"

-"Uh yeah! I just wanted to... Say s-sorry for this morning." Wow great job at not stuttering you idiot.

-"What are you even sorry for? We just bumped into each other that's all."

-"Yeah but I kinda stood in the middle of the hallway like an idiot.."

-"I didn't mind honestly, your face was quite cute at that moment, chérie"." The taller girl finally answered, a smirk on her lips.

Did she just call me cute? Oh my gosh, I'm becoming a steaming tomato! And she's smirking at me. I must be dreaming! I'm red to the tip of my ears but I decide to try and ignore that comment and smirk she made and sit down on the chair at my desk.

Mr. Morrison, the math teacher barged into the class, realizing he was kinda late. It's not like any of the students here would mind anyway. After apologizing, he finally began the lesson. There was the spanish class behind which was pretty "lit" because you could hear Mr. Reyes cursing at his students in his native language and then proceeded to play a song. "Para crecer, debemos comer!" was echoing through the classroom walls and our math teacher was getting pissed. smacked the door down and yelled at the spanish "Lo siento pero puedes cerrar tu fucking boca Reyes?" He said in a bad spanish. The students from the other other class were laughing so loudly. This is not the first time the two teachers were arguing but we can all see the sexual tension between them. Well yeah, I didn't mention it but the teachers were both married since last year but yet we don't even know how they got together since all they do is argue all the goddamn time. Also, once, our friend Jamison Fawkes told the squad he caught the two making out in a restroom

"Sí, pero voy a hacerte gritar muy alto esta noche." Mr. Reyes replied, cocking an eyebrow. Sir Morrison blushed and turned away from his husband, closing the door. When he finally regained his composure, he gave us some exercises to do. I resolved a few equations before falling into boredom. I looked at who I considered the prettiest woman in the actual world for a few minutes, contemplating her beauty and every contour of her face. If jaws could kill then I'm pretty sure she would have murdered me. Unfortunately, I stared a little too long and didn't realize she was looking back at raised her left hand and spread her index and middle finger in a "V" sign then stuck her tongue in between. Suddenly, the world around me became a blur and my head was spinning, the classroom turned black but the last thing I saw before passing out was how Amélie's eyes widened and Hana running to catch my body falling from my chair.

Translation:

"Pardon!" = Sorry (when you bump into someone)

"Chérie" = Sweetie

"Lo siento pero puedes cerrar tu fucking mouth, Reyes?" = Excuse me but can you shut your fucking mouth, Reyes?

"Si, pero voy a hacerte gritar muy alto esta noche." = Yes, but I'm gonna make you scream harder tonight.