I'd settled into the dorms pretty easily. After spending about twenty minutes handing out gas station cookies to the people on my floor, everybody was practically in love with me. After that, I had to make conversation with my idiotic roommate. He was the dumbest person I've ever met, apart from Robert's kids. How did he even pass the entrance tests? I guess his parents were rich enough for him to cheat his way in. Well, he was a meathead but nice enough to not cause me any trouble in the future. 

I woke up at two in the morning, which was a nice change since I normally wouldn't have slept at all. I did some light studying until six-thirty, before taking a shower, getting dressed and heading to the dining hall. I didn't exactly mind the icy January winds, but I zipped up my hoodie anyway. I walked down the path to the dining hall, reading the book I had brought to kill time. That was when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I groaned internally, but my annoyance didn't show on my face as I turned around. 

The boy who had tapped my shoulder had a proud face, with fine, chiseled features, tousled blonde curls and startlingly green eyes that shone behind round glasses. He wore a white turtleneck and jeans under a navy blue coat. His pale skin was flushed with cold, but he did not attempt to pull his coat snug around him. He was about half an inch shorter than me, but the height difference didn't seem to affect the aura of confidence that radiated from him. 

I analyze most people I meet, just to see how much I can uncover from someone's appearance. From what I gathered, this boy was rich, judging from the expensive-looking material of his clothing. He also seemed to be very sure of himself, from how he tilted his head upwards a bit. Or, who knows, that could just be because he's shorter than me. 

"Can I help you?" I put on a small, friendly smile. 

"Yes, would you happen to know where the library is?" he asked in a clear, crisp accent. 

"British," I thought to myself.

 "Of course, I know where the library is, I've basically been living there for the past week. So, I could just point him in the right direction and be on my merry way, but..." I grinned to myself. "Where's the fun in that?"

So, in the friendliest voice I could muster, I replied, "No problem! It's that way," I pointed in the opposite direction of where the library was, "straight down the path and it's the big red building on the left. Can't miss it,"

"Okay, thanks," he said, heading in that direction before I'd even finished. 

"Rude," I mumbled under my breath, before bursting into laughter. "What an idiot," I shook my head and smiled to myself as I continued on my way to the dining hall. 

I finished my breakfast of waffles, scrambled eggs and coffee while paging through my book, occasionally smiling to myself as I remembered the event that had taken place earlier. 

"You look like you're in a good mood," a girl said as she walked over to the bench I was sitting at. "Mind if I sit?" 

I recognized her. She'd been helping one of my floormates with their belongings. "Not at all. Harper, right?" I smiled back at her. "Indeed, 'tis I, the fabulous Harper Quinn!" She grinned. 

Harper had long dark brown hair that fell in a glossy curtain around her face. She had a sunny face, with skin that was lightly dusted with freckles, a button nose, and crystalline blue eyes. She wore a red and black striped shirt with a black skirt and red Vans. She seemed like an honest, good-natured girl, the type that could make friends with anybody. 

"So, are you looking forward to your classes?" Harper asked, with a mouthful of pancakes. "Yeah, I just hope I'll get along with the people in our year," I sighed. "Don't worry, you seem like a really nice guy, you'll make loads of friends for sure!" Harper said, patting my arm. 

"For sure," I echoed, smiling at her.