Monday was brilliant but now that it's Tuesday morning I can't even get myself out of bed. Who ever thought 8am classes should be a thing should be shot in the foot. As my 7:15 alarm goes off on my phone I hurry to turn it off so it doesn't wake Izzy. Her first class isn't until 10am and there's no need for both of us to suffer. Yesterday I only had two classes, Math and Irish Literature. Math looked like it was going to be a struggle but Izzy is in that class with me so that softened the blow a bit. That was at noon yesterday and Irish Literature was at three. Easy breezy. Today, bloody History at 8am, Music Composition at 10am, then Creative Nonfiction at three. Give me a bloody break.

I let out a pretty audible groan as I heave myself out of the bed and start going through the closet. It's rather warm out so I pull out a Say Anything tank top and denim shorts. Scars will be on full view but fuck it, not gonna put myself through a day of sweat for other people's comfort. I get dressed as quietly as I can, lights still off, stopping any time Izzy so much as breathes differently. Once my converse are laced up I grab my comb and toothbrush and head for the communal bathroom. There's one girl at the four sinks, brushing her teeth with her eyes barely open, and I can hear another girl in the showers singing quite loudly to the music of One Direction. How anyone can be that awake and that poisonous to their own body at this hour is beyond me.

I go to a sink two down from droopy eyes and start brushing my teeth. I'm finishing up, spitting in the sink, when I see out of the corner of my eye, a glob of foamy blue toothpaste filled spit fall from the girl's mouth and land on the boob of her dark blue t-shirt. When I peer over to see why there isn't a reaction I notice that the girl seems to have fallen asleep on her feet. Her blonde hair draped over her other shoulder isn't in danger of landing in the spittle but the way she's slightly rocking back and forth has me worried her face might meet the sink any minute.

"Excuse me?" my voice is too croaky but then again it's not used to being needed at this hour.

I clear my throat and try again. This time the girl's head whips up at my voice and she almost stumbles back. Sleep must've been keeping her balanced. I lean forward to wrap an arm around her before she has a chance to go full horizontal.

"Sorry" the girl breathes as she steadies herself.

"Not a problem." I laugh. "Didn't want ya bangin' yah head or nothing. Also, ya got some paste on ya shirt."

She looks down and groans before examining her shirt in the mirror. After a moment she just shrugs and pushes her hair over her shoulder to cover the stain. Seemingly pleased with this solution she finishes up her teeth and turns to me.

"I'm Krista, by the way." the girl says while I'm finishing up my braid.

I look over to find her facing me, hand outstretched.

"Figured introductions are in order considering you just had me in your arms." she giggles as our hands shake.

"I'm Rae. Nice to meet you."

"See you around!" Krista says as she leaves the bathroom.

History was a snooze fest but as soon as it was dismissed I rushed to Music Composition. It was in the same building as History, only the next floor up, but the hope that this class would be brilliant pushed me to get there as soon as possible. This class has to keep my eyes open. I'm so eager when I walk into the room that as I make my way to one of the front row seats closest to the door I don't even notice the hoard of girls standing around one of the desks near me. When I finally catch on, curiosity send my gaze between some of the girls and I see him. It's freaking Finn they're all circled around. He must love having all these girls falling all over him, practically drooling and stampeding each other to be the one closest to him.

I pull out my journal and just jot down random song lyrics floating through my head. There's still a few minutes before class is set to start and it looks like the professor isn't even here yet.

Our talk is small

I'm seven inches tall and

you should keep the apartment.

I start to hum along to the tune in my head when my ears perk up to one of the girls' voices saying something in one of those forced sweet voices that could run Splenda right out of business.

"I am so sorry for your loss Finn. It must be really hard for you, if there's anything I can do…" She says suggestively.

My stomach twists with the contrast between her words and the way she's saying them. I may not no Finn, or have any bloody idea what he's going through at the mo, but I'm fairly certain sexual favors will not ease any of his wounds. Never understood how saying 'must be really hard for you' was supposed to be helpful. I must've let out a chuckle because suddenly all eyes are on me. I feel like a fucking target, their eyes shooting daggers.

"Think it's funny? Laughing at someone who is hurting?" the girl asks me.

"Nah," I shrug "what's funny is how you lot think crowding around him is helping. Don't think he needs reminding that this is a hard time for him." I say before turning back to my notebook.

I hear more murmurs and then sense someone making their way to the empty desk next to me. I don't look up until I hear them plop down in the seat. It's Finn. He offers me a tight smile and nod before pulling out his own notebook.