"Have you got a spare pen?" You hear an amused voice from beside you, "I've lost mine."
"It's the first day of term, how have you already lost your pen?" You roll your eyes, not taking them off the lecture slide on the board in front of you.
"I never had one in the first place" he shrugs.
"Such a badboy" you tut.
"I can be your badboy, if you want?" You hear the smirk in his voice.
"I'll pass, thanks" you hand him a pen, "here you go."
"Thanks, Princess"
"You're welcome, Hood" you nod once, before returning your full attention to the professor.
"Hey, Y/N?" You hear his voice again, after a few moments of silence.
"What now?" You sigh heavily.
"What's this lecture about?"
"You've got to be fucking kidding me" you mutter under your breath.
"Well, you distracted me by asking questions about my lack of pen" the smirk reappears on his face.
"I have no idea what this lecture is about because you won't stop talking!" Your hushed whisper isn't very hushed.
"We might as well leave then" he grins.
"No" you frown, "now shush"
"But it's boring" he whines.
"How would you know? You haven't been listening." You shoot back.
"Smart arse" he mutters, but turns his attention to the front on the lecture hall.
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You and Calum had known each other since you were children. Knowing each other is not the same as being friends though. The two of you had barely given each other the time of day, despite attending the same schools for most of the lives. When you'd decided to leave your small village to head to university, you thought you were leaving everyone from the school you'd disliked immensely behind. Then on your first night of Freshers Week, you'd seen him, already surrounded by a large group of new friends: Calum Hood. One of the people you'd been desperate to run away from. Charming, attractive, arrogant...all the adjectives you'd expect from the most popular boy in school. A boy you'd hoped you'd left behind. It wasn't as though the two of you had had much contact, but you'd wanted to escape all of it, and him being here had ruined that. The fact he was doing the same degree as you was the cherry on top of the very crap cake. Now, after only 4 months of being here together, you had spoken to Hood more than you had in your 18 years living in the same tiny village.
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"Can I borrow that red lipstick you wore last Friday?" Molly scrutinises her appearance in your mirror.
"Yeah, here" you dig around in your make up bag, thinking you might as well offer all your possessions around seeing as you'd been giving them out so easily today.
"You're looking very sexual, Ms Y/L/N" she glances at your outfit as she takes the lipstick from you.
"Just the look I was going for" you roll your eyes and try not to poke yourself in the eye with your mascara brush. You subtly try to tug down the hem of your dress, already worrying if it was too short.
"It's fine, leave it alone" Molly doesn't even have to look to know what you're doing. You find it crazy how fast the people you've met at university have quickly become some the best people you know. They know you so well, after only a few months, and more importantly, they love you and accept you for who you are, something you'd never fully experienced in school. You had friends at home, but only now you
