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'Class, I have an important announcement to make. I'm pregnant.'

Cheers erupt across the hall, and the expected 'Name it after me!'s are yelled.

'Quiet down please. Due to this I will no longer be your teacher because as of next week I will be taking maternity leave. Classes will continue as usual though as I have already found myself a replacement. A newly graduated professor, Noah. Please make him feel welcome.'

Now of course due to this new information everyone in the class talked our professor out of actually taking the lesson. This is what I learnt in class today: Somehow talking about my pregnant professor for two hours was more boring than actually having her teach a lesson.

It's 6:24pm by the time I get home. Cleo and Naomi, my roommates for the past 3 months have somehow already set a tradition of going to the club every single Friday night. And yes, it is as tedious as it sounds. I'm not going to lie, I do enjoy my fair share of alcohol, although when you've forced by the biggest party animals ever to get wasted every Friday night it does lose the fun.

Standing in front of my bedroom door, they both stand their tapping their feet in their matching black thigh high boots. 'Billie, hurry! You know all the cute boys arrive at 7:00pm!' Naomi whines as she checks the time on her phone.

Naomi has dyed bright blue wavy hair, and always wears skinny jeans, with a cropped oversized shirt, with platform docs and it's always so flattering. Cleo has dead straight dark black shoulder length hair and will never be caught dead wearing pants that aren't about 5 sizes too big.

I grumble and go to my room to get ready. Just once it would be nice to have a night off from this. I stand and look at myself in the mirror.

My hair, which I straighten every morning is shoulder length and a baby pink. My main complementary feature are my 'ocean blue' eyes, with a light sprinkling of freckles over my nose and cheeks. I'm wearing a lazy outfit because I had an unexpected nap before class and was running late. Oversized shirt with baggy jeans and black and white high-top vans. I would usually have at least some mascara on before leaving the house but as explained before. Nap.

I'm not a big dresser-upper for going out to the club so I just look for my go-to black body-con dress, keep my vans on, and find some nice earrings while also putting mascara on and adding a nice little wing and some brown eyeshadow.

Naomi is a bigger partier, always finding something new and more revealing than the last time to wear.

'Hurry!' Naomi practically screams and I leave my room and we hurry out of the house.

'Evening girls,' the bartender Mitch greets us as we walk in. Naomi skips off after gulping down 5 shots, while Cleo and I sit at the bar as Mitch pours our usual vodka on the rocks. 'What seems to be on the mind tonight?'

Cleo and I have gotten into the habit of offloading all of our problems onto Mitch while Naomi stays on the dance floor the whole night, finding more and more boys to dance with.

Cleo groans and talks about a boy that she's been talking to that she found out has been having sex with other people and she doesn't know how to talk to him about no longer having an open relationship. Mitch sighs and hums as he says, 'Tricky.'

'Why the disinterested face?' There's a man sitting two seats away with a beer in hand staring at me.

He's got messy dark brown hair that probably needs a cut soon, with piercing green eyes that are surrounded by thick long black lashes. A blue button up shirt with the top two buttons undone with the sleeves rolled up is loosely tucked into black trousers.

It's boring when Cleo talks to Mitch about her life because I've heard everything she's said word for word already during the previous week so I just sit there and watch as Mitch tries to figure out the right thing to say that doesn't offend Cleo to the point of crying, which has in fact happened before and I think it has traumatised him.

'After hearing this story word-for-word three times this week, you would be too,' I roll my eyes and turn to the gorgeous man sitting next to me.

His lip turns up in the corner in the cutest smile I've seen on a boy in my whole life.

'I take it you're here it often?' He has such a deep voice but it's so friendly, and playful.

I can't stop looking at him. How is he so beautiful? 'Every friday night. I've never seen you before.'

'I just moved here for a job.' He smiles to himself and motions Mitch over, 'Let me buy you a drink.'

5 shots later and a hand on my thigh, Cleo grabs my arm and drags me away and into the bathroom before I can even blink. 'Naomi isn't holding in her drinks again!'