Alice ♡ Charlie Puth ♡

Chapter 1 ♡

"And your final exam will be in a few months. Revision of everything we studied in the past year is necessary if you want to pass at the very least. Class dismissed" the professor informs us. College is no easy thing, believe me. What you see on TV about teenagers running around trying to find themselves and freelance sex every afternoon, all television. In the real world there is no time for any fooling around, well that applies to me. I've been living with my Grandmother in Los Angles for a year studying my final year of medicine school. I hold a permanent position in the local dance crew, Danz, and that is my only pastime out of class.

I neatly fold the necessary notes and slot it into my file. My books are closed and placed into my navy bag with only my black portfolio in my hands as I walk up at least a dozen steps and into the bright college corridors. I pull out my cellphone to check the time and its 12:30. I have a fifteen minute break before my next class. I have been in three different classes since five this morning and all I've had to eat was a pretzel and a coffee.

The nearest coffee shop was a two minute walk from the edge of the parking lot so I chuck my single bag strap up my shoulder and trek towards the coffee shop. I pass dozens of shiny and not-so-shiny convertibles surrounded by the twenty-year-olds who own them. A few glance up at me as I pass them but I don't pay any attention to them. I remember one of the many things I mom always told me before she died, 'Never bring attention to yourself, Alice. Good or bad, you will regret it'. Obviously, what she meant by it and what I understood of it were different but nonetheless, had the same principle.

At the very end of the car park there are four girls giggling about something around a red Mercedes. Their laughter only heightens as I get closer but they look down. I'm used to this, bullying or being laughed at never really got to me. I pull out my iPod and put the ear buds in after pressing shuffle. A random song by Owl City starts playing and I hum softly along to the tune.

I have purchased a blueberry muffin and another coffee and am on my way back by 12:36. The four girls are still around their car but this time, they're texting. I make my way to an empty wooden bench and cross my legs beneath me as I sit. I begin nibbling on my muffin as I pull out my phone. A slight chirp startles me because it sounds so near. My head turns to see an adorable little bird flapping its wings in an attempt to take off but he can't.

"Hey there, little guy" I whisper to it smiling.

It looks up at me and cocks its head to one side. I detach a tiny piece of my muffin and place it carefully in front of him. He looks at it for a few seconds but begins nibbling away in no time. I give him a second piece and finish off the muffin. I get up and throw the wrapper away when I realise I can't just leave him there, if he's still a baby he will need someone to take care of him because I see no nests in any nearby trees. The four giggling girls from the red Mercedes are walking towards me, probably to use the bin.

"Hey, Layla right?" The blonde one asks me.

"Alice. Why?" I answer looking at my phone screen looking for the number I desire.

"Would you like to go to a party this weekend? Its at my house" I look up at them and the blonde one is looking blankly at me. Obviously not much is going on in her head either.

"No thanks" I respond

My answer seems to have caught them off-guard. Whatever their plan was after I would have agreed could not happen now.

"W-what do you mean?" A red-head asks me

"Exactly what I said" I say

They snort and raise their noses so high up I think they're testing the oxygen levels in the air. Suddenly the blonde is paying attention to something behind me and a large smile appears on her face along with a slight red colouring her cheeks. She looks down at the ground and takes a deep breath. Who the Hell is behind me? Oprah?