She was running late, it was one of those mornings where everything seemed to be going wrong – no alarm, cold shower, lack of coffee. It really wasn't her day not making matters worse she had to enter the lecture hall and inevitably all eyes would focus on the latecomer. She humbly apologised to the lecturer and slid into the first available seat that caught her eye.

'Trying to find that perfect person make you late?' She turned to her right and there he was the Mr I know everything. 'Well actually yes I was conducting a survey to see if cupids arrow really worked. I should try it on you considering it seems to me that you are unlucky in love. Oh wait I forgot… I according to you it doesn't exist' She turned around to focus her attention on the lecturer pleased with the response she had given. Sandy was just flabbergasted yes he had realised she had to have been intelligent to have received a place in Berkeley but my god she delivered her opinion with such conviction and passion that he was, he had to admit quiet impressed. There clearly more to Kirsten Nichol then met the eye.

'Now as you all know twenty five percent of your grade is based on a project based on an assigned topic I suggest you begin to research immediately. You will be divided into the following pairs Nancy Waterman and Jeffrey Dunne, Jack Smith and Casey Lowe, Kirstin Nichol and Stanford Cohen …….'

Where had she heard that name before? It then dawned on her as she turned to her right and there infront of her was a not so happy looking Sandy Cohen who had instantly gone into academic mode. 'So were partners?' she asked.

'Don't sound so enthusiastic'

'Excuse me the look on your face says it all'

'Well no offence or anything but I tend to take these things seriously unlike you I have to maintain top grades because I have to keep my scholarship. I can't afford to mess this up.'

'So you're suggesting that I'm not an adequate partner for you'

'No I'm sure your really intelligent well I suppose you have to be to take this advanced class but you kind of fit the category pf one of those girls who's just here to have fun and daddy can sort the rest out'

How dare he speak to her like this as if he knew her.

'Don't you dare judge me, you know nothing about me. I work just as hard as you do so you can come down off your mighty horse if we have to work together'

Sandy felt guilty for moment, she was right, he didn't know her he had only heard rumours from others who looking at her right now, were jealous of her intelligence and beauty. However, he wasn't going to apologise and give her that satisfaction.

'What ever all I'm saying is you better pull your weight'

'Bring it on'

'

Oh I'II bring it'

As much as he was driving her crazy she couldn't help staring at his flexed muscles when he shrugged or when he smiled slightly when he knew he was pissing her off. Focus Kirsten she told herself and so she decided to take control.

'Oh my god is everything going to be an argument. I'II meet you at six at the cafeteria and we can start making some outlines' and with that she grabbed her bag and exited the hall. He was unbelievable speaking to her in such a condescending tone as if he was so much better then he was. Well she would show him, she hadn't gotten accepted into number Ivy League schools for no reason. Kirsten Nichol had brains and she knew it.

'Yeah sure what ever' he called out after her. Wow that girl could walk, not only was she stunningly beautiful she had the perfect figure and the natural sway of hips to match it. 'Watch it Cohen' he said to himself 'a girl like that only cause's trouble'