Later that day I packed my bag and got on my way to Adrian. I took my laptop and some notes, how much more could I need?
It took me a while to get to Adrian's house because he didn't live on campus like I do but when I arrived I couldn't believe my eyes. I don't know what I expected but it certainly wasn't this.

The house looked like a freaking palace. It was made out of these old stones you often see in castles from the 18th century. "This must have cost a fortune", I thought while entering the gate. I didn't know that his father earned so much as a headmaster but on the other hand I don't know what his mother does for a living. The mansion was surrounded by a huge garden with tons of roses and other flowers I didn't know the name of. Before the enormous door was a long drive-up. After I admired the place long enough I walked up. Just as I almost reached the doors a girl came out of it. She had long blond hair which were the kind of straight I had to spent hours in the bathroom for. She seemed to be younger than me but I didn't have any more time to look at her because she rushed past me without paying attention to me; she was in a hurry obviously. When I reached the doors I knocked and Adrian almost immediately opened.

"Are you back for round tw - oh Rose, hi. I didn't expect you so early." he said a bit confused. I looked down and saw that he didn't wear much. Actually he didn't wear anything besides some boxershorts. His hair was messy as always and his chest - oh his chest. He wasn't bulked up or something but you could see that he did some sport because he had a fine sixpack. My gaze wandered further down to his happy trail and in this moment I really hated that he wore shorts. I wanted to explore the rest of this body, I wanted to explore everything. I took a deep breath. "Concentrate, Rose. Just concentrate. And stop gaping at him, it's getting creepy" I thought.

"I - um, I think you said 7PM?" I stuttered. He thought about it for a moment and then decided that I was probably right.

"Hm I did? Whatever, come in." He gestured inside the house and I stepped in. It was even more beautiful on the inside than it was on the outside. He walked before me and I followed him upstairs to his room.

"I'm sorry, my room is a bit of a mess. I didn't have time to tidy up." he apologized.

I looked at the used sheets on his kingsize bad and snaped out of my hazy gace; I remembered my encounter with the girl outside.

"Oh right, the 12 year old you are doing. I saw her oustide. She seemed to be a bit bewildered if I might add." I didn't plan to sound that judgy but sometimes I just talk before I think. Why am I acting like this? I don't even like him. At least not much.

"I tend to have this affect on women. And actually, she's 18. At least that's what she told me." he smirked.

I decided to ignore his comment. "We should get started now".

For the next two hours we rolled books, read every wikipedia article and used every information about the ancient greek we could get our hands on. It was pretty uneventful to be honest. Now that we had the materials that we needed for our presentation we decided that we did enough of work today and agreed to meet two days from now again.
On the bus home I recapped the day. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Was it possible that Adrian Ivashkov and me actually make a good team?