John Smith pushed his key through the door of his dorm room, a frown on his face as the door didn't open. Okay, that's a little weird. He looked down the corridor, running his fingers through the dark curls on the top of his head.

'Um, excuse me?' he called out to a very small girl down the other end of the corridor, his Scottish accent thick and obvious.

She seemed to be struggling with her door and it finally clicked in his head, they had their dorm keys mixed up. John laughed and raised his hand, 'I think we've got each other's keys, that's why we can't get in. Must have accidentally swapped them in reception,' he smiled tightly, noticing the way she was dressed.

She had to be a Literature student, it was painfully obvious.

Clara fixed her beanie as a rather tall and lanky guy walked towards her. She turned a lovely shade of pink as she nodded and swapped her key with his, 'Thanks…' she trailed off, her voice soft and sweet as she picked up her Jane Austen collection from the floor after unlocking her room.

John noticed the box looked a little bit too heavy and immediately bent down to pick it up for her. He smiled, his curls dropping over his blue eyes, 'Here, let me help you with these,' he nodded to the door and managed to kick it open, dumping the box on her bed.

'Do you want me to stack them? I'm quite tall, I could reach,' he smirked at her, obviously teasing.

John extended his hand, struggling to role up the sleeve of his leather jacket, 'John Smith, music. You?'

Clara seemed at a loss for words, for the first time in her life. Usually, she couldn't stop talking, being a Literature student and all.

She rolled her eyes at him, 'Is that a dig at my height? Clever,'

Clara had to bite her cheek to keep herself from laughing, his clothes seemed a size too large for his thin frame, 'Oswald. Clara Oswald, literature…' she said, shaking his hand.

A sudden jolt sparked through her as she felt his warm skin against hers, she cleared her throat and caught his gaze. Once his eyes met hers, he couldn't seem to look away. Jesus, this couldn't have been more fairy tale like if they tried. John cleared his throat and pulled his hand back, patting his jacket down for the packet of cigarettes he always kept with him.

'Want one?'' he questioned, taking his lighter out as he lit a cigarette, his jawline tough and obvious as his other hand held the packet out to the much smaller girl.

Clara cocked her brow as she looked at the cigarette, she'd never smoked, but she figured University was a good place to start. She took the cigarette from him, unsure of how to hold it as he lit it up for her. She instantly had a coughing fit at her first drag.

John fell into a fit of giggles, clutching his stomach as his head flew backwards, his jaw working overtime as he laughed at her, 'Poor lass,' he muttered, taking the cigarette from Clara as he smoked the rest of it and dropped it on the floor, stomping it out without a care in the world.

He stepped closer, picking up her books as he looked them over, 'Jane Austen… hm. Believe it or not, I'm a bit of a fan myself, only she didn't actually write this one in that year,' he smirked, a smug smile on his face as he tapped a certain book with his long fingers, a number of silver and golden rings on each finger.

He held in front of his face, 'She wrote it in 1793, not 1783…'

Clara scoffed, 'Oh, no, no, you don't do this…' she laughed, crossing her arms when the boy seemed to hold his ground.

'What, I suppose she was your bezzie mate, was she? And you went on holidays together and then you got kidnapped by Boggons from space and you all formed a band and met Buddy Holly?' she finished, snatching her book right out of his hands.

John arched his eyebrow, clearing his throat awkwardly as he stared at her. A bit in shock, if he was honest. What the hell was that about?

'Boggons… from space?' he questioned, clearly amused by her very imaginative description.

'You reek of Literature student,' he smiled at her, something he didn't do often, shoving his hands into his pockets.

'Again… space? You know full well I'm a music student from what I'm wearing,' he laughed, glaring at her even though he had taken an immediate liking to this tiny girl.

'But, you already knew that. Nice slipping in of the forming the band part, by the way. Very quick.'

Clara turned a bright red, fuming inside as she smiled at him tightly, 'Thank you for the help… Now do us both a favour and sod off,' she growled, pushing him out of her room.

Clara slammed her head against her own door, cursing to herself, 'Way to go Oswald… You finally meet a cute guy and make a fool out of yourself,' she berated herself, letting her body sink onto the floor.

John stared at her door for a full minute before he actually moved again. Well, that was interesting. An hour later, the rest of the students in their corridor turned up and John was the first one to greet them all. Only, before he could greet them all, he walked right up to Clara's door and repeatedly banged on it before she emerged with a glare sent his way.

He blanked her and moved down the hallway casually, his hand extended to a rather tall woman with incredible, frizzy hair, 'John Smith, music,' he informed her and only smiled smugly when the woman looked him up and down like he was a piece of meat she would not mind chewing on.

'River Song, studying History.'

Clara glared at him. What was he getting up to? She watched as he strolled down the corridor, smirking when he nearly tripped over his oversized feet. She watched his curly hair drop over his eyes and frowned when he extended his hand to River. Clara took note of the voluptuous woman looking at him, as if she was seizing him up and something about that put Clara off of this new girl entirely. She had curves for miles and a sexuality that oozed around the entire room, there wasn't a chance she could compete with that.

Clara turned her head to the sound of the door opening again and in piled another lot of students, including a rather tall guy with floppy dark hair who's quiff never ended. The tall, floppy haired guy wore a long burgundy coat and a matching bow tie. He ran up to her within seconds of seeing her and shook her hand, his other hand holding onto just one of hers.

'Lovely to meet you!' he exclaimed, his emerald eyes full of happiness, 'I'm Eleven. I happen to be getting a degree in Science, physics to be exact. What about you? Are you a music student like him?' he grinned, nodding over to John who was casually lent on the wall beside him.

Eleven seemed to be over enthusiastic about everything, including introducing himself, apparently.

His laugh was contagious and Clara couldn't help but laugh along with him, she may have overdone it on purpose to see if John would look over.

'God, no, I'm here for Literature…' she smiled at him, his boyish grin told her that this guy was going to be quite the handful.

In walked two more students behind Eleven, a redhead with the longest legs Clara had ever seen. That woman was made of legs. And a boy next to her with a rather sharp nose, they introduced themselves as Amelia Pond and Rory Williams, although they didn't come together. As soon as they were all introduced, the redhead insisted on walking around campus and 'checking things out' and by that she meant, checking if there were any hot guys about.

John decided not to go with them, startled with the glare Clara shot him, he was confused by her hostility to say the least. What kind of game was she trying to play? He shook his head, managing to stop himself from rolling his eyes as his attention was back on River within seconds. Later on, John, River and a new blonde with a distinctive attitude were sat in the living room when Clara and the others returned, the three of them laughing at something River had said. Just as Clara and the others entered and dropped down onto all the different, multi-coloured couches, a new guy strolled into the room, dragging a suitcase behind him as he spoke in a loud American accent.

'Hey! Jack Harkness, pleasure to meet you. Sorry I'm late,'

Clara observed that John was already close with the other two girls, River and the blonde that introduced herself as Rose. She was about to open her mouth, when the loud American burst through the doors. Amy, Rose and River seemed highly interested in this particular new student.

Clara simply shrugged and continued to talk with Rory in a quiet corner, fascinated with the fact he'd rather be a nurse, than a Doctor. Clara didn't pay much attention to all the women who seemed to flock towards Jack. She simply stayed put until a young, tall and very handsome Scottish guy with gravity defying hair stomped into the room. He didn't seem like an angry guy, just a little bit heavy footed. He was dressed in a long brown coat and a jumper Clara would have called a 'dad jumper' the vans on his feet just confused her even more.

'Clara Oswald, literature. You?' she introduced herself, blushing when he bent to kiss her hand.

He grinned at her, his white teeth more obvious than the American's, 'David, but my friends call me Ten,'

David smirked, an arch of his eyebrow as he messed with his hair and smiled at the smaller girl, 'Glad to meet you,' he told her, unable to stop smiling as he stepped towards the blonde behind Clara, shaking her hand.

'David, nice to meet you,'

John watched from a far as Rose twirled her hair around her finger, 'Rose Tyler, Literature.'

Once David had introduced himself to everyone , River stepped into the centre of everyone, 'I say we hit the town, unless anybody wants an orgy?' she smirked glancing over to the American as she made her flirting obvious.

Jack grinned and sent her a wink right back, 'I'm up for that,' he clapped his hands together, noticing Rory visibly cringe in the background.

Clara rolled her eyes as she caught John's gaze. She instantly became a bright shade of red before clearing her throat, 'I'd rather not, but you guys go for it,' she said, standing up and heading down the corridor to her dorm room.

Clara didn't get a lick of sleep that night, but managed to rise early. She peered her head through the corridor before heading towards the showers. It was this part she was dreading, walking out and hoping nobody saw her in just her towel. She dropped it on the floor once she hopped into the shower, praying that nobody was going to join her anytime soon. John stumbled through the door, having only just got in from the night before. He groaned, his head pounding from the amount of alcohol he had consumed. He pulled off his clothes, ignoring the bruises he had managed to get throughout the night. He switched the shower on and once he realised somebody else was in the shower beside him.

'Would you mind passing some shampoo? I forgot mine,'

Clara froze as she cursed every God in existence. Why was the Universe determined to make her look like an idiot in front of John? Clara closed her eyes and took a deep breath, groaning when he asked for the shampoo a bit more persistently this time.

'Yeah, okay, hold your horses!' she growled, sticking her hand out of the shower, holding the shampoo bottle out to him. It was for women and the thought of him wearing it in his hair made her chuckle.

'How was the orgy?' she asked, clearly teasing him.

At the sound of the voice, John immediately knew who it was. Clara Oswald. He smirked and shifted on his feet, taking the shampoo as he pushed it into his hair, wanting anything to get the smell of smoke from it.

'Pretty good, had lots of sex,' he joked along with her, rolling his eyes as he cleared his throat.

'I'm certain we didn't have an orgy. But, I did wake up on the floor of Jack's room with one of River's heels by my face. No River in sight… Or anyone else, for that matter.'

Clara tried to ignore the image of River throwing herself at him, but she was finding it hard. Why was she jealous? She'd never been jealous of anyone in her life.

She scoffed, 'Seems like you and Jack may have,' she remarked, washing her body down with the soap.

John snorted, 'I doubt it, I'm not into men,' he laughed and washed the rest of his body quickly.

Once he was out, he dried himself, 'I'll see you later, Clara…' he told her, the 'R' in her name easily rolled off of his tongue.

When he reached his dorm room, he dressed himself and dried his curly hair. He joined Clara in the living room, shades over his eyes as he slumped on the couch beside her, his feet propping up on Clara's lap as he smirked at her.

'What are you reading?'

Clara rolled her eyes and slapped his feet away from her lap, 'Pride and Prejudice,' she told him, managing to finally knock down his heavy feet.

She lent down and pulled his Raybans away, laughing when he hissed at her like a vampire would, 'Still drunk from last night, aren't you?'

John groaned in response, rolling over onto his stomach, 'Leave me alone,' he whined, his Scottish accent thick as he dropped his face into a pillow.

'It's Jack's fault, he forced me to drink too many shots and River encouraged me. I'm normally good with drinking, but those two are something else,' he sighed and raised his head, snatching back his shades from her as the door opened and in stumbled Jenny and Vastra, holding onto suitcases.

How many more people were going to live on their floor?

Clara giggled and rolled her eyes, 'You poor, poor guy. Here, let me make it better,' she smirked, slapping him upside the head as John let out a yelp and the two of their heads whipped to the girls standing in the doorway.

The taller one was rather cold, but the shorter girl with long brown hair seemed pleasant enough, 'Jenny Flint, criminology,'

John's eyes followed Clara and smiled at the two women at the door. After Jenny introduced herself to Clara, she went over to speak to John. The taller woman, who was covered in Tattoos and had her hair dyed green, looked Clara up and down.

'Vastra Montgomery, Criminology, we came here together… Literally,'

Clara put her hands up in defence at the obvious territorial personality, 'Okay, I get it… backing off now,' she teased, throwing in a quick compliment at the girls lizard Tattoo all down her arm.

Clara sent a knowing look to John and turned back to the girls, 'Will you two be sharing a room, then?' she asked, noticing the lack of spare rooms left.

Vastra nodded, her arms folding across her chest, 'Of course,' she told her sternly, to which Jenny laughed and slapped her girlfriend's arm.

'Drop the tough girl act, Vastra. Yes, we'll be sharing and yes, we're a couple,' she rubbed her girlfriend's arm and slapped her arm once again when Vastra joked that they wouldn't be too loud in their room.

Clara giggled, 'No need to worry, John and I are like that too,' she joked, laughing as the Scottish dreamboys head shot up from the couch.

'Go back to sleep,' she laughed, continuing to talk to the girls, 'I'm going to start breakfast, everyone should be awake after midday…'

Half an hour later, whilst Clara was attempting to make herself breakfast, the door whooshed open and in stumbled David and Rose, walking arm in arm with pairs of shades over their faces, 'They look rather cosy,' she sighed, cracking a couple of eggs into the pan.

John smirked and lobbed a pillow in Clara's direction, watching as it bounced off of her head. He immediately hid himself in the couch, pulling the blanket over himself as he mumbled, 'You jealous?' he asked, once Rose and David were out of earshot and in their own dorm rooms.

Clara growled and rolled her eyes, throwing the pillow right at him, 'And to think I made you breakfast,' she grumbled, rubbing the 'sore' spot on her head.

John frowned, an arch of his eyebrow as he looked down at the vegetarian omelette in her hand, 'No offence Clara, but do I look like a vegetarian to you?' he laughed, staring up at her with blood shot eyes.

'Actually, don't answer that, I am quite skinny,'

Clara sighed and flopped her arms to the side, 'Fine, suit yourself,' she sighed, after placing the plate down on the kitchen counter. Clara almost shit herself when arms wound around her waist and lifted her off of the ground.

She yelped, about to attack the person who had spun her around before she realised it was Eleven. She had a big, wide and goofy grin on her face, pushing on his hands to get him to drop her onto the ground. Clara smiled as she felt Eleven's hands rest on her cheeks, a kiss pressed against her forehead.

John shifted a little uncomfortably on the couch, his gaze dropping from Clara and Eleven who seemed to be already smitten with each other. That was fine, he didn't care. Why would he care? He stood up from the couch and ruffled his curls, picking up a book as he lobbed it at Clara, not realising it had in fact cut just above her eyebrow as he turned to leave.

'I'll be in my room if anybody needs me,'

Clara winced as the book bounced off the top of her head, splitting her brow open. She groaned and noticed John had already left, before she could snap at him. 'He is such a fucking prick,' she hissed, muttering her thanks as Eleven wiped the blood from her eyebrow.

She giggled when she noticed the hickey under his right ear, 'Things went well with River, I take it?' Clara grinned, waggling her eyebrows at him.

Eleven laughed and nodded his head, 'Very well,' he blushed a furious shade of red and rushed into the bathroom for a first aid kit.

Once he had retrieved it, he placed a plaster over the cut above her eyebrow, 'I think he likes you, Clara…'

Clara only scoffed, 'He has a funny way of showing it then,' she mused, touching her wound as she winced.

'First he makes fun of me for not being able to smoke, then he flirts with River and now this,' she sighed, standing to dump the omelette into the bin.

'He can starve for all I care,' she growled, clearly irritated as she picked up her bag and headed to her first class of the term.