📚🌼MY CAMPUS LIFE📚🌼

🌼TWO🌼

I ran through the hallway, hotfooted, a groan escaping my lips. "Can't believe I'm gonna be late."

"Whoa! Take it easy." A calm voice came halting me as I quickly turned around, my eyes meeting with his.

Such charming gray eyes, I thought, blinking simultaneously.

He gave a welcoming smile, as my heart skipped a bit. "I'm Philip." He said to me.

I gulped, wanting to say something, but no words came out.

"Uh..."

"Oh, sorry. I...I'm Tricia," I stammered.

"What a lovely name you got, Trish."

"Oh, thank you." I blushed, forgetting all about class.

"My pleasure. Come along, now. Class' this way." He gestured, as I followed.

Walking side by side with him made me nervous and I couldn't fathom out why. Maybe he's not human. Or maybe....Just maybe he's -

"We're here!" He announced, a smirk dancing across his perfectly, curved shaped lips. "Welcome to LSAT hall. Come on in."

The two of us walked right in, taking our seats at the middle row, neither of us uttering a word, as a white bearded man walked in.

"That's Professor Wane," The gray eyes lad whispered to me.

Feeling the warmth of his breath on my left ear, and hearing the softness in his voice made me wish he wouldn't stop.

"He'll be taking us English Language, since Professor Shane isn't back yet." He added, much audible this time.

"Oh." I said.

I went about wondering how this one guy could make me act really nice - Nicer than ever before.

We sat in silence, eyes focused on the screen, except for the fact my mind remained unrest, with the frequent glances I kept throwing at my new friend. He seemed to notice, as our eyes met, and a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

My eyes glistened, and I felt a bit shy, thinking of the next move to take. "So...where are you from?" I asked, drawing invisible circles on my jean.

"Britten hills," He smiled. "Ever been there?"

"Nah." I gave a less sounding laugh.

He paused for a moment, his lips slanted at an angle. "You don't say."

...Great! I'm sure he thinks I'm Psyche...

"Well, care to tell me yours?"

"Oh yeah. I come from Henson."

"Henson, huh?"

"Mm-hmm. Been there?"

"Been there?! Girl, are you kidding me?" He laughed, his words, half a question. "I spent half my childhood there." He added.

"No way!" I exclaimed lowly.

"I know right? You know my mum and dad used to go to this rich resort..."

"Gravantees?" I cut in, and his eyes stood wide open.

"Yes! That's it!"

"Small world." I said ecstatically.

The smile he wore slowly disappeared. "What's wrong?"

"N..."

"All right, guys. Let's call it a day." Professor's Wane's voice echoed in the hall.