I sat in the office at the student reception, waiting for a member of staff to come over and help me. I sat there, holding my sleeves down, my (Y/H/C) fringe blocking half my view. It's better that way anyway. I sat, rethinking the moment, cringing as I felt the pain in my stomach from where Stacy had kicked me. Ugh. Then I feel the place next to me on the small waiting sofa slump down. Whatever, they're just here to make fun of me. "Hey there, I can't help but notice you look down...a-are you okay?" I looked up to see a beautiful face of a guy around my age, with brown hair to match his chocolate brown eyes. "Yeah..." I mutter. He's just pitying me, as if anyone would ever give a shit. "No you're not, I'm Vic. You?" And low and behold, that was the day somebody actually cared.