"Welcome to Advanced Astrophysics," the professor said.

Feyre looked around the classroom nervously, looking for a place to sit. Someone who looked somewhat friendly. There was no one. Everyone looked to be their third to fifth year of college.

She was in her first.

"Typically, this class is filled with motivated and hardworking students from our older grades. However, our new student joining us today is a freshman. Please welcome Feyre Archeron."

This was what she hated most about it. The constant attention. The spotlight. At best, people thought she was cool and smart, but not approachable. At worst, people manipulated her so that they could benefit.

The class applauded, and she could see jaws dropping and eyes popping out. She wanted to shrink back into a corner of the room and disappear.

"Feyre, please go sit next to Rhysand," the professor said. He gestured to an empty seat.

She walked briskly to her seat, carefully avoiding making eye contact with this Rhysand, or looking at him at all. She didn't care who he was. She didn't want him getting too friendly with her, and then using her.

"We'll be taking notes now." He started delivering a speech.

It was interesting, Feyre gave it that much. She was actually enjoying it. For a few minutes, it was as if her life hadn't fallen apart.

She felt a tap on her shoulder. She rolled her eyes. It was Rhysand. She didn't care.

"Well, lucky me. I'm sitting next to the super-hot genius girl."

She whirled around, glaring. Who did he think he was? She had a boyfriend, for crying out loud!

Well, she had had a boyfriend yesterday. It was almost the same thing. She paused to look at him. He wasn't bad, she gave him that much. With his perfectly groomed raven-black hair, stunning violet eyes, and smirk, he actually looked somewhat attractive.

She didn't care. He was a jerk. "Who do you think you are?" she snapped at him. She glared at him, looking him in the eyes, but he was unfazed, still smirking at him. She wanted to punch him.

"Wow. Super-hot, a genius, and strong-willed. I suppose then I can't copy your notes…" He looked at her with puppy eyes.

Her fist flew out before she knew what she was doing, hitting him squarely in the nose.

"Never. Ask. Me. That. Again," she spat.

To her surprise, he looked somewhat contrite. Holding up his hands, he said, "Whatever you say, darling."

She rolled her eyes. "Don't call me darling, either."

"Princess? Einstein? Jane Foster?"

She frowned. "Who the heck is Jane Foster?"

Rhysand put a hand to his chest. "Honey, you are missing out on so much."

"Don't call me honey either," she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, come on," he mock-pouted. "What can I call you?"

"Feyre will do," she replied.

He raised an eyebrow mysteriously. "Okay then, Feyre, you can call me Rhys."

"I'm not going to be calling you anything. I'm not going to be talking to you at all, after today."

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure about that…"

She sighed and turned back to her notes. Shit, she had missed a lot. Stupid Rhys, going and distracting her…

Someone poked her from behind and said, "Hey, genius. How's life?"

It was such an unexpected question. She had expected a request for help or at least a word of awe. But this person was talking to her like she was normal. Taking a break from her notes, she turned around to face her.

"Morrigan," she said. The girl behind her was a senior, with golden hair tied up into a braid and honey-brown eyes. She was naturally beautiful, unlike Feyre. But the expression on her face… with her eyes glinting wickedly and a mischievous smile, she looked carefree and happy. Not an emotion Feyre had experienced much these days.

Feyre was taken aback by her question. So she just said, "You're not asking me for help?"

"Nah," she winked. "You probably have enough of those idiots to deal with. I'm a different kind of idiot."

Feyre found herself smiling along with Morrigan. "Life's terrible, I guess," she found herself saying.

"Why?" Morrigan asked. "You can call me Mor, by the way."

She laughed. "Well, Mor, when is life ever good in college?"

"When you're drinking," Mor grinned.

"Oh, well, I wouldn't know. I'm nineteen," Feyre said.

"Girl, you are missing out on so much," Mor said. She frowned. "I suppose you can't drink, though, what with being a nineteen year old prodigy and having absurd amounts of homework."

"Homework sucks," Feyre said, grimacing. "Like, a lot."

"No kidding," Mor said.

"I wish that was my only problem, though," the words slipped through her mouth without her realizing.

"Why?" Mor asked.

She sighed, thinking about all that had happened to her in the last few weeks. She wanted to tell someone so badly. And this girl… this girl was treating her like a human being, not a genius.

"My boyfriend, from high school, helped pay for my college. I was dirt-poor, you know, but we were hopelessly and madly in love, and we would have done anything for each other, you know the feeling?" she started.

"I wish," Mor said, sighing. "Continue."

"Well, anyway, once we came here, our relationship, well, it changed. Something was different, but neither of us knew what it was. I just wanted to figure it all out, but," she sighed, "the admin here made me skip two or three levels in all the subjects."

"Dude, what the fuck? That's messed up!" Mor said. Feyre felt a giddy smile creep onto her face. Someone agreed with her. Someone agreed with her.

"Yeah, well, apparently a talent like me needs to be challenged and motivated so that I can go on to do great things," she sighed. "Tamlin, that's my boyfriend, well, turns out it was all his doing. He wanted me motivated and challenged. I wasn't too thrilled with that, but what could I say? He had paid for my college, after all. But I hated our relationship and where it was going with all my guts. Anyway, yesterday I finally plucked up all my courage and broke up with him. I'm still not sure what he thinks." She sighed.

"Ouch," Mor said, putting a hand on hers. "Well, if you ever need any relationship advice, or homework help, or anything, really, you can always call me at 1-800-MORE-MOR." She winked.

She smiled gratefully. "Thank you," she said. "That really means a lot to me." She frowned. "Wait, you have a business phone number? What's your business?"

"More Mor," she grinned. "The world always needs it."

"For sure," Feyre laughed.

"Well, nice talking to you, I'm sorry I distracted you for so long," Mor said to her.

Shoot. She looked at her computer. There was only one page of notes. She had missed a lot.

"Can I copy your notes after class?" she asked Mor.

"You don't want to do that," Mor said. "My notes are even worse than yours."

She sighed. Her first day in the class and she was already failing. She wasn't sure why she was surprised.

"I would ask Rhys, though," Mor said mysteriously.

She gaped. "Rhys? Is this a joke?"

"Why, what'd he say to you?" Mor asked.

"Some stuff," Feyre shook her head. "Let's just say that I'm not the world's number one Rhys fan."

Mor shook her head. "Feyre, Rhys is my cousin. I've known him for a long time. Now, he can be pretty stupid sometimes-"

"Most of the time," Feyre butted in, and Mor nodded.

"He can be pretty stupid most of the time, but his heart is in the right place. He means well. And he's not an idiot. He knows what he's doing. He just… wasn't forced to skip three classes, like you."

Feyre sighed. "I don't know, Mor. I just don't really want to talk to him again."

"Give him a chance, Feyre. Give him a chance."

Feyre turned to her computer and sighed. There was no way she was going to pass the class. She quickly glanced at Rhys' notes and started. They looked good, there was no denying it.

But did she really want to talk to that asshole again? Of course not. But, she thought, he wasn't so bad, actually. Despite his obnoxious way of talking, he hadn't meant badly. And he hadn't condescended her, the way Tamlin always had.

"I'll give him a chance," she said out loud, turning to Rhys.

A/N: Hey guys! So what did you think?

This will most likely be a two-shot, because I don't have the stamina to keep it going as a full chaptered story. The second part will most likely be a flash forward, with where their relationship has progressed. I hope you liked it!

If you liked it, please review! It really helps me as a writer.

That's all, and stay beautiful!