Chapter 4

AN: I don't own the Twilight characters.

First day of the semester.

Gah, I can't believe it's finally here.

I grabbed my already packed bag, my wallet and room key before giving an excited squeal and bounced out of the room. Alright, it was more like a skip, but whatever. I looked behind me at my sleeping roommate and made sure that there was a bottle of Advil and water next to her bed.

Josie has been partying the entire week leading up to the start of classes and came back every night smelling of sex and booze. Yummy! Yes I'm being sarcastic. But that's not the worst part; she actually tells me everything she did – in explicit detail. I swear if I hear 'Oh God, V, the things he can do with his tongue' one more time, I'm going to slash my virgin ears off with a blunt knife.

Other than all the partying and what not, she's not that bad. She keeps her side clean and doesn't bother me, most of the time. All in all, I got it pretty good in the roommate department, considering the roommate horror stories I've heard from the other girls.

I made my way to class and found it pretty quickly. I mentally thanked my curious nature for seeking out all of my classes before things got too hectic and for making a mental map of the place.

I slid into a seat in the third row and took out my notebook and pen, ready to begin my learning experience. The rest of the class started filing a few minutes later, some looking fresh and eager to learn while others looked like they had one to many the previous night and cursed this early morning class with every fibre of their being.

I hid a small smile behind my notebook as the professor stormed into class looking less than stellar with messy hair (and what little hair he had) and wrinkled clothes and I could tell that he was definitely cursing the early morning.

Well, this should be fun.

A sudden movement from next to me caught my eye and I turned to see a petite blonde girl sliding into the seat next to mine. She gave me a bright smile as she took out a fluffy pink notebook and matching pen set. Once she was settled she leaned over to introduce herself.

"Hi, I'm Bianca," she whispered and held out her hand.

"Veronica," I told her and gave her hand a soft squeeze before letting go and turning back to my book.

Bianca opened her mouth to say something else, but she shut it quickly when the professor started talking. I gave her a weak smile and turned my attention to the short bald man who was going to teach me for the rest of the semester.

He went through all the normal introductions and gave us an outline of what we were going to be studying in his class. And, of course, it won't be a proper class if we didn't get the 'you are now college students and therefore adults and you must act accordingly' speech.

Professor Baldwin – fitting name – also launched into a winded speech about tardiness in his class and how handing in assignments later than the specified date is not acceptable and will result in a zero for said assignment.

Like the good little student I am, I wrote down every word he said and a few notes of my own before he dismissed us by stating that we had to have read and understood the first three chapters of the assigned book by the next class – no exceptions and no excuses. Awesome.

I packed my things back into my bag as the rest of the class practically ran out of the classroom, eager to get a much needed cup of coffee. When I was done I heaved my bag onto my shoulder with a sigh and pushed myself off of the chair.

"I hope the rest of the classes aren't this boring." A tinkling voice came from behind me, making me jump.

"Me too," I said with a chuckle, turning towards the voice.

"So, do you live in the dorms?" Bianca asked as we made our way out of the class.

"Yeah, you?" I nodded giving her a sideward glance.

"Yep," she said looking thoughtful. "I was going to try out for a sorority, but I changed my mind."

I stopped in my tracks at her words and took a good look at the girl standing next to me. She was petite, and really short. Her platinum blonde hair was cut into a sleek bob, with the ends framing her heart shaped face a little longer than the rest. Her yellow and white top and blue skinny jeans emphasised just how skinny she was and her bright pink bag stood out against the colour of her clothes, emphasising her tininess.

"You know," I said after a few seconds of silence. "You don't really strike me as the sorority type."

"What do you mean?" She asked her forehead scrunched in confusion.

"Well, you don't really give off the 'I'm a major bitch and like to whore around so lock up your boyfriends' vibe."

Bianca giggled and hooked her arm through mine.

"I can tell that we're going to be great friends."

-o0o-

"Paul, get your fat ass out of bed! You're going to be late!"

The shrill voice of my pack mate's girlfriend penetrated my sensitive ears and I lifted my head to show her that I'm awake.

"Fuck you," I grumbled angrily.

Apparently Jake heard me and growled warningly. I flipped him off and got out of bed glaring at Jake and Emma.

"You know if you didn't go out every night and came back at dawn you wouldn't be so tired right now," she said glaring at me.

"I thought the whole 'having a single room' would keep you guys out, but I guess I thought wrong," I told them as I grabbed the first pair of jeans I could find.

After finding a shirt I turned to my uninvited guests and looked at them expectantly.

"What?" They asked at the same time, completely ignoring my pointed look.

"You might want to leave," I told them. "Unless you want to show Emma here what a real man looks like naked."

Jake scoffed and rolled his eyes, but wrapped his arms around his girl and pulled her to the door.

"Oh please, Paul. You have nothing on Jake." Emma said while Jacob dragged her out of my room, looking smugly at me over his shoulder.

I laughed at them and pulled my clothes on, letting my mind wander. The first week has been very…entertaining. I met a lot of new people – most of them girls, okay, all of them were girls – and learned a lot of new things.

Classes started today and despite what I tell everyone, I really am here to learn.

I grabbed some food out of the mini fridge in my room (courtesy of Doc Cullen as a 'congratulations for getting accepted' gift – gotta love them leeches) before grabbing the bag the girls insisted I have and hauling my ass to my first class of the day.

I made it just as the teacher dude introduced himself as Professor Baldwin, which suits him because he is so bald he looks like roll-on deodorant.

The class was so boring and after Baldy's rant about being adults now and what we needed to know by the next class, I jumped out of my seat and bolted out of the classroom.

If we're getting that speech in every class then I'm skipping them.

I decided to hang around campus until my next class and went off to explore.

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