Aria's POV
I could feel the early rays of sunshine on my face when my eyes fluttered open in my dorm room. I looked around only to find no sign of my roommate Spencer.
It had been a month since we started at Hollis College, and naturally agreed to sharing a room. A couple of years ago ending up in the same college with Spencer was probably the last thing I could have expected; as it was, after her rather hard past with the drug period and rehab, she had to give up her dreams about the best colleges and instead settle for our local and not so glamorous one. I, of course, wasn't complaining - obviously I wanted her to be happy, but since I didn't find it necessary to move to the other side of the country I was only too happy to have one of my best friends here with me. Our friends Emily and Hanna had been luckier than Spencer and made it to Berkeley in California.
I heard the door open and turned to see Spencer with two cups of coffee and croissants. It took her a few seconds to notice I was awake but when she eventually did, she flashed me a smile and greeted me happily.
"Morning sleepy, you're awake! You were so sound asleep I thought I'd have to wake you" she said and bounced towards the table, putting what seemed to be our breakfast on the table.
"Morning" I smiled weakly, still feeling tired. "Never mind about my sleep, the real question is how on Earth you've put your make up on and found the perfect clothes. It's like 8 in the morning" I said and tried to hide a yawn.
"I've got my first lecture at 9, I want to be prepared early. Speaking of which, what time do you have yours?" She answered, taking a sip of her coffee and watching me expectantly.
I finally got up from my bed, walked towards her and grabbed the other coffee. "I'm taking a day off. I've got a hell lot of assignments to do if I ever want to pass this course."
She watched me in disbelief. "Aria! It's only been a month and you're already skipping your classes! And extra day offs are helping to you to achieve that goal, aren't they?"
I scoffed at her judging attitude. "Actually yes, if I'll get them ready and I intend to do so. Anyway", I said, desperate to change the subject and distract her from my disastrous beginning at college, "Are you going to the party they're throwing tomorrow night? A freshmen's part I think".
Spencer looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't know, I haven't had the time to even think about it. Although, I think it could be good for both of us to let our hair down for a while."
Not long after she left for her lecture, I applied a simple make up and put my hair on a messy ponytail before heading to the library. I was wearing black skinny jeans a blue tank top. It was silent there, only a few people along with me. Spencer's blaming words echoed in my head when I walked on the aisle towards the desks. I had my head bowed down when I walked into someone and caused their books to fall from their hands between us on the floor.
"Oh my God I'm sorry!" I exclaimed and crouched to help the stranger. "I was completely in my own world and-" I stopped in midsentence when I took in their appearance. I was faced with a rather handsome guy, about my age, with the most intense blue eyes I'd ever seen. He had a dark brown and wavy hair that was adequately short. I realised I was probably staring a bit and felt my cheeks blush slightly.
"Oh it's OK, don't worry about it" he said smiling, taking the books I handed to him. As we both rose to our feet he continued, "Anyway, I have to carry on, I have a lecture in a couple of minutes." He smiled one last time and turned to walk away.
I was left flustered in my spot. After recovering from the slightly awkward situation I'd gotten myself into, I turned on my heels and finally made my way to the desks to finish my course work.
Ezra's POV
I finally got to the lecture hall just in time. I climbered to the top row and put my books down on the long desk in front of me.
I normally liked the English literature lectures, after all it's my major, but today I was way too tired to focus. My College friend Hardy loved partying and he even thought College was only for partying, not studying itself. Last night he came with a rumble a few guest in tow and we all ended up staying up until small hours. There was no denying that I didn't enjoy his lively parties from time to time though.
I tried to concentrate on what the middle-aged ginger woman in front of the hall told about the greatest and most famous English classics and their importance. I jumped a bit when I felt vibration against my leg in my pocket. Jackie's name read on the screen. She's my girlfriend who I've been dating for five months now, but it feels like since we started College we've done nothing but fight. It's amazing how she can fight about everything; she's probably come up with something to argument again, and so I ignored her.
At the end of my lecture Miss Flores announced that she wanted us to write essays about Great Gatsby for the next lecture. I glanced at my book and noticed that my bookmark had dropped. It had probably happened when I quite literally bumped into that girl in the library. I wondered to myself why I hadn't met her before; then again, there are a plethora of students here, and she might not even be a first year student at all.
When I'd made it to the corridor I felt the familiar vibration in my pocket again and this time the caller was Hardy. I sighed in frustration and pressed the green button.
"What do you want now?"
"Dude I need your help! I promised to carry the beer barriers to yard, but there's no fucking way I can do it all by myself. So if there was a little chance you could help a friend in need-"
"Why did you promise to help if youv'e no time, you idiot?" After a few seconds of consideration I said yes; at least it saved me from having to listen to Jackie's nagging. When I quit the phone call I saw a familiar looking person walking towards me. I realized it was the same girl I had gathered my books with earlier in the library. We made a brief eye contact as she passed me and not long after I heard her speaking to someone on the corridor.