Any time before 12 PM is an ungodly hour, at least in my perspective. With this in mind, you could assume that I must have seriously been on something when I agreed to 8 AM Marketing lectures on a MONDAY morning. I swear I could write a best-seller novel, stating precisely why I despise this specific fraction of my day. I was just not a morning person. It also didn't help that I'd had to stay out working a late shift last night at Monmouth Coffee and finish a 10-page economics paper while getting a lecture over Skype from my mother who was in New Jersey about time management and the effects of self-deprivation and other silly nonsense.

I (literally) rolled out of bed, and being the idiot I am, hit the ground with a thud. I groaned and wearily picked myself up and made my way over to my little bathroom to make myself look half-decent in a city where absolutely everyone and everything was beautiful: London.

I'd landed in Heathrow exactly a month ago, and in the 30 days that had passed, I had had to slowly re-create a whole new life for myself in this breathtaking city. I'd had to adjust to the new urban and metropolitan lifestyle, the vernacular, the weather, the different people, just everything was so drastically different from the small-town, Plain-Jane way of life I was so accustomed to.

I came from a small suburb in New Jersey, and had never really gotten the opportunity to do much or see anything. I had always had this adventurous spirit locked up inside me, waiting to getting out, and college was that chance for me to escape the monotonous drone of suburbia and expand my horizons. Everything after that glorious moment when I received my acceptance letter to UCL is a mere blur.

Everything about my life now is absolutely insane, but I love it. It's the lifestyle I've craved so long, and I enjoy being busy and getting to explore and finally adventure and meet new people and see new places, and well, truly live. I'm a first-year student at UCL, London's Global University and I live in an apartment near uni rented out for me by my parents and I also work at a coffee shop to earn some extra bills by myself so I don't have to be totally dependent on my mom and dad for my money.

I stepped out of the shower and threw my long brown hair into a messy bun on the top of my head, put on this outfit (./tumblr_ly8fmplJ8i1qzar7so1_) and grabbed a cinnamon bun and bottled orange juice to take to-go. I then proceeded to put my laptop, iPhone and other essentials into my bag, locked the door and hurried out.

It was basically a fifteen minute walk to uni, and although I did hate mornings, I didn't hate London. There was so much to observe and see on this specific walk and the way I saw it, it was quite the enthralling experience.

"Miraya!" I turned around hearing my name, and smiled when I saw that it was Lila, one of the few good friends I'd made in my time here.

"Mir, I texted you like a billion times asking if you wanted to walk with me!"

I pulled my phone out of my bag, and sure enough, 20 unread text messages. "Shit, sorry, I didn't even check my phone. I don't really know what I'm even doing on Monday mornings. It's a miracle if I'm even dressed properly."

Lila bit her lip and pointed at me. "Well I don't know how to say this, but, um, you're not wearing a shirt…"

Naturally I freaked out and fearfully looked down, relieved when I saw the familiar thermal I'd put on earlier. I glanced over at Lila, who was suppressing a fit of giggles.

"You filthy little thing!" I said, smacking her shoulder.

She put her hands up in defense. "I'm sorry, your reactions are just so hilarious, I absolutely had to see what I would get out of you this time."

"I just had to see what I would get out of you this time!" I mimicked her Irish accent and this time I was the one who got smacked.

"I thought you'd grown tired of making fun of my Irishness!" she pouted, which only earned her a fresh round of laughs from me.

"Good one, your Irishness is only going to grow old in my eyes as soon as The Wanted boys become ugly, which is basically never." I smiled smugly at her and she stuck out her tongue at me. Very mature, Lila James.

"Doesn't seem like you enjoy making fun of certain Irish males though," Lila said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively and I rolled my eyes.

"Please. You of all people should know that Zachary and I are nothing. He doesn't even like me like that. And besides, we only met like two weeks ago, so I barely know the dude."

"Yeah, but I know that you wish more than anything that he'd ask you out sometime. He's attractive, has a sense of humor, is intelligent beyond belief, and oh my goodness, those EYES. I just can't." Lila dramatized and I let out a chuckle.

"But he's not going to go for me. I'm not the kind of girl the Zacahrys of the world go for. " I sighed, and bit my lip, wondering if just maybe by some crazy chance he did find me fancy-able.

"Rubbish! Love, you need to have more faith in yourself. Put yourself out there. I seriously think you need to go out with me more. You could end up with a whole new outlook on life. "

"And get piss drunk and end up on the front of Sugarscape with the caption 'JLS groupie gets a little too out of hand'? No thanks babe," I said jokingly.

"Okay, Mir, that was a misunderstanding and you know it! But you know what, I regret nothing!" she winked playfully.

"Miraya! Lila!" We turned around and I met a pair of cool blue eyes. Zachary.

"Hey Zach," I replied shyly. "I didn't know you had an early morning lecture like the rest of us unfortunate lot." I gestured over to the other uni students who were proceeding towards the university.

Lila who was behind Zach started making kissy faces and I tried not to look.

"Yeah, actually I've got a Biology lecture in the mornings. No rest for the pre-med student." As we walked, his hand softly brushed mine and my heart began to race. God, I was so unbelievably pathetic.

"Speaking of, I see one of my pre-med mates over there and I need to discuss internship business with him so I'll talk to you ladies later?" Although he was addressing both of us, I could swear his eyes lingered a bit longer on me before subtly winking. Me and my pathetic little heart died then and there.

"Yeah sure, text us anytime and we'll go out and do something!" Lila said, and I merely smiled.

He walked off in front of us but then turned around, as if a thought had stopped him from going further, and made eye contact with me.

"Actually, Miraya? Are you free tonight?" Did I just hear him properly? Because if I haven't gone completely bonkers, I swear I think he's about to ask me out.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm free."

He smiled widely and his crystal blue eyes nearly twinkled. "Good." And with that, he was off to go find his friend, leaving me perplexed as ever. I was not expecting that.

"What. The. Fuck. What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked Lila, who seemed just as confused as I was.

"Well, I'm guessing you'll find out soon. He's quite the charming fellow, and seems like one who enjoys surprises so I think you'll be having a good night." Lila smiled widely, and linked arms with me as we made our way onto campus.

I might barely know this guy, but there were butterflies in my belly and I couldn't wipe the huge smile on my face so you could say he was doing something right. Hopefully tonight would be the start of something incredible.

….And it was, it really was.