First Day-

Alison's P.O.V;

I was just sitting around in my room, I knew I was meant to be getting a new dorm room mate today, and I tidied the whole of the dorm and made the bed so she didn't really have to. I was pretty proud of my work. As I was getting into raving to 'The Wanted – I Found You' just as it got to Nathan's solo, the bit I really love, I heard a knock on the door.

'Bloody typical.' I turned off my music and rushed to the door.

When I opened the door, I saw my dean, I hated him. He was always so miserable. And a girl with short brown hair and bright blue eyes. She was wearing leggings and a batman jumper. She looked like she would fit in here!

'Alison, this is Monica, your new dorm mate!' he had such a down droning voice!

'Hey Monica, it's nice to meet you!' I said as I closed the door after she had walked in.

'Hey Alison, it's nice to meet you too!' she seemed so nice!

We spent at least an hour talking about her old school and her friends back in Ohio.

'haha, Hayley seems so cool!' she had just told me about when her and her friend, Hayley, put a bucket full of slushy on top of the door and as her teacher walked in, it went all over her.

'She is, she always made us do pranks like that! She is amazing; you would get on well with her!'

She looked really upset, so I had to change the subject somehow!

'Shall I give you a tour of the college?' her face brightened up.

'Yes please!'

'So what are you taking here?' we were half way through our tour and I realised I never asked her what she was studying!

'I'm studying drama and history, I'm so excited, and I heard the course is really good! What about you?'

'OMG, I'm studying them too!' I was so excited about this!

'WHAT! Omg, that makes me excited! When is our first lesson?'

'In about 15mins, we should go now!'

I was now fully looking forward to Drama, I had a nice roommate and someone in my lessons I knew! Bring on this year!

Monica's P.O.V;

We were walking down to the drama room, I was suddenly nervous. I knew no one here.

Me and Alison sat in the middle row, in the middle. We didn't want to be too far away, but we didn't want to be too close. A girl with long blonde hair sat next to me, she looked like one of those stuck up bitches. 'Don't judge a book by its cover Monica' I thought to myself.

'Hey, my name is Monica' I said to her, holding my hand out, waiting for her to shake my hand back and introduce herself. But no, she just looked at me with utter disgust and looked back at the front.

'I was right, she's a bitch!' I thought to myself, yet again.

A male teacher, called Mr. Smith, stood in front of us muttering about how we must all take the drama side of the world serious. He introduced the drama band that was set up and sat at their instruments, to the whole class. I couldn't help but look at the one boy. Had bright blonde hair and he was sat on a stool with a guitar strapped around him. From what I could see, he had blue eyes, but he never looked at me for me to get a proper look. He was so…beautiful. As the teacher carried on speaking, I just kept looking back up at the mysterious boy. The teacher must have cracked a joke, because he was smiling. His smile was perfect. He had bright white teeth and, he was just perfect.

The blonde haired bitch stood up as the teacher told her to show the class what she had got, as all lesson she had been showing off about her 'wonderful acting abilities. Yeah, whatever. As her and some boy starting to sing a song with each other from 'The West Side Story' I couldn't help but look at the same boy again. But this time was different, as I looked up, he was looking at me. I couldn't help but smile, I was so happy when he smiled back. He was so cute and I got butterflies just looking at him. About 30seconds into our eye contact, the bell went. I thought I could go up to him and speak, but no, Alison practically forced me out the door.

'Thank god that's over' she sighed.

'Mmm' was all I managed to get out, all I could think of was him.

Me and Alison were walking down the corridor, back to our dorm, after our history lesson. Alison was moaning about our history teacher giving us homework, already. I wasn't really listening to her. I was too busy thinking about that mysterious guitar boy. I don't know why, it's not like he would ever be interested in me.

Just as I finished my thought on that, all of a sudden, my books were spread all over the floor. I didn't bother to look to see who had knocked them out of my hands; I just bent down to pick them up. As I was going to grab my history book, my hand touched somebody else's. I looked up to see who it was, and all I saw were bright blue eyes looking back at me. The mystery boy was crouching in front of me. I felt the same butterflies I felt earlier.

'I'm really sorry' the mysterious boy said to me, his voice made my butterflies quadruple.