Feyre Archeron:
I didn't like college. AU was the best school on the continent. Maybe even the world, but I hated it. I didn't hate everything about it, my major was art, but having to learn about everything else was hard to say the least. I dealt with it though. I got a text and pulled out my phone, "Meet me in the south wing of the art building. I know ur in the north one already." I knew who it was from. My "Boyfriend" of sorts. He was there when I needed to relieve stress, but didn't do anything a real boyfriend did, like take me on dates, or even talk to me really. We had a mutual attraction, and needed to relive physical needs. "Ok, be there in a min" I texted back. Isaac Hale wasn't romantic, he was barely handsome, but he had a good heart and I liked it.
After I arrived at the north wing, I couldn't see much. The darkness enveloped me. I felt a hand wrap around my waist and pull me into the corner. "You took way to long." Isaac said whirling me around to face him. The light from the window was small since it was night time and I could see the contours of his face. He smiled and cupped my face with his hands. Our lips fitted together in a rough passionate kiss.
He stood up from the ground and put his pants on, "Same time Thursday?" he asked, grabbing his white collared shirt. I nodded and sat up, that was it, we would make love to fulfill our bodily needs, but that was it. I was fine with it. I didn't expect to find love or anything in college so yeah… I heard the door open and close, he was gone. I rolled my eyes and stood, putting back on my jeans and black long sleeved shirt, and walked to my dorm.
My roommate was about as annoyingly smart and flexible. Her cousin was hot, but he never visited, she has no family aside from him and the only reason I know she has a cousin is because of the picture of them together as children. She had reluctantly told me. Although, I must say she isn't bitchy whenever her "beau" is around. Every guy she met seemed to be perfect, to be honest; every person at this place was picture perfect. As if we were fictional… anyway I walked into my dorm to see my roommate sitting on the couch, eating a piece of cake. My cake. The bitch. How dare her. "Oh, Feyre, you're back. I hope you don't mind, I ate a piece of your cake." She didn't turn around to see me, but her tone gave me the feeling she didn't want challenged. I wasn't in the mood anyway. "Its fine, you're getting the next one." I said. She stood and carried the plate over to the kitchen and sat it on the counter, "You look spent." She grinned knowingly. "Shut up." I growled and sunk into a seat at the table. "He doesn't care about you. Why do you put yourself through this?" she asked, sitting next to me. "I don't know. Maybe I should break it off…" I pondered, more to myself. She nodded her head and stood, "how was your date with Sam?" I asked, hoping to change the subject. "It didn't happen; I had to work on school stuff." She said, looking at the light green wall across from us. "You're hiding something. Spill." I pushed; she frowned and looked at her hands on the table. "I met rowan Whitehorn." She said shortly. Rowan Whitehorn, he was the best male dancer at the university, and the biggest womanizer. "Do you like him?" I asked. "No! He's a prick and I am taken by the best man in the world. I shouldn't even be thinking about rowan." She stood and walked towards her room, "I'm heading to bed, night." She said. I replied with I non-comitial sound and my feet carried me to the bathroom, I may be tired, but I needed to shower.
