She'd met Nikola first.
Her first lesson on her very first day in Oxford. He'd been sat next to her because they had both been late.
She'd met James second.
He'd smiled at her in the corridor before directing her to the proper door and disappearing into the class next one over.
He'd been in her second lesson the next day.
She'd met Nigel third.
They were being yelled at by the principle. Her to starting a fight with the respectable boys (oh yeah, respectable, the bigoted bullies) in the other class, him for stepping in and helping her.
He'd been in her fifth class on the fourth day.
She'd met John last.
In the class she hated the most. Philosophy. One of the classes she struggles with the most. He'd been a natural at it, so he would help her with it. At first, she really hadn't wanted him too, as she really hadn't liked him that much. That eventually changed.
But the order in which she had fallen in love was always the same.
She had met them in the order of love.
And she had never regretted it.
