At The Queen's College, I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock ringing. It was Monday morning, and I was extremely late. I was finally ready for college—prepared to face a new life and explore the city of England.
I want to thank Mom for her love, care, and support throughout my life as a single parent. I quickly freshened up, put on my yellow gown, styled my blonde hair to one side, and placed a sunflower crown on my head. I poured myself a bowl of cereal, added milk, and ate quickly. Before heading out, I decided to call Mom.
"Hi Mom, good morning. How are you doing?" I asked.
"Oh, Ninu, my night wasn't so good because you were away from me. I miss you," she said.
"Oh Mom, I miss you too, but I have to do this—for me and my future. I have to go now, I'm extremely late. Bye for now," I replied.
"Alright, Ninu. Take care of yourself and pay attention in lectures," she said.
"Okay Mom, I love you," I said and hung up.
After the call, I dropped the empty cereal bowl, grabbed my bag, stepped outside, locked the door behind me, and slipped the keys into my bag. Since I was running late and didn't have a bicycle, I decided to call a cab.
Then, I noticed a guy standing about six meters across the street. He was tall and handsomely cute. Dressed casually, his hair was short and straight. He stared at me. I looked away and ignored him.
The cab arrived, and we both entered.
"Hi, this is my taxi, and I'm extremely late," I said.
"I got here first, so you need to get out," he replied.
His voice was angelic and had a British accent like my dad's—but his attitude wasn't nearly as charming.
"I don't want to argue. Just let me go, I'm late for school," I said.
"Well, I'm in the same pickle as you love, so you'll have to get down," he snapped.
"Fine. I don't like you anyway," I shot back.
"Fine. Have a nice day—and I hope I never see you again," he replied sarcastically.
I got out of the cab, and it drove off.
'He's such a snob', I muttered to myself.
I called another cab and asked to be taken straight to the lecture hall. When we arrived, I paid the driver, stepped out, and took in the view. It was beautiful—the fresh flowers, the architecture, the students rushing around. I couldn't help but wonder how my first day would turn out. I was both excited and nervous.
'I'm a freshman, and I've got this,' I said to myself.
I rushed inside with my books in my hand and bumped into someone. My books fell to the ground. I looked up—and there he was. The same guy from the taxi.
We both said at the same time, "You again?"
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Christopher's POV
My shift at the café ended that morning, and I was extremely late for lectures. I decided to take a taxi—it was faster. That's when I saw a young lady standing across from me. Her symmetrical face was captivating. She looked absolutely gorgeous. Her long, curly blonde hair was styled to one side, adorned with a sunflower crown. Her pink lips were fiery, and—
'What am I thinking? I don't even know her. Oh my goodness.'
She glanced at me, then quickly looked away. A taxi arrived, and I got in. She followed. A quarrel broke out—we were both late. She had an American accent, which I liked, but she didn't like how rude I was. She got out, and we drove off. I glanced back—she was staring at me and frowning. I quickly turned away.
We arrived at the lecture hall. I paid the driver and went straight to my best friend, Jake, who was in his second semester.
"Hello, chap," I said.
"Hi, fella. How are you today?" Jake asked.
"I'm alright," I replied, frowning.
"No, you're not. What's the matter? Talk to me," he insisted.
"It's that girl—I don't know her name, and I don't want to. She's cute and all, but she's irritating and stubborn," I said.
"Ooh, someone's flustered! Who's the girl my best friend's falling for?" he teased.
"Oh please, don't start. I'm not in love. I only met her this morning," I replied.
"Okay," he said, still laughing.
"You're impossible. I'm heading to class. Catch you later," I said.
"Yeah, I love you too," he called after me as I walked away.
Just as I stepped into the hallway, someone bumped into me. I looked up—and it was her.
We both said,
"You again?"