Everyday when I walk into the classroom, there’s a hoard of people clustered around Lucian, all dying to get his attention. And everyday I had to swerve around that hoard to get to my seat. 

What is so amazing about him? I can’t understand why everyone loves him so, including the teachers. I mean sure he’s handsome, I’ll give him that, but is he really as great as he’s chalked up to be? My thoughts got interrupted by the loud booming voice of the teacher. 

“Okay everyone, in your seats now,” she called, “class is starting.”

Everyone hurried back to their seats, this was one of the teachers you didn’t want to make mad. 

“We are going to have a group project,” she announced. 

Nearly the entire class groaned. Great, another group project. One more assignment for me to do and someone get the credit for. 

“But, since it is a small class we will only do 2 people per group.”

I saw some people perk up, possibly at the thought of having 1 on 1 time with Lucian. No, not possibly, most definitely. He’s the most popular guy in our major, and our grade. I swear he even has his own little fan club. My thoughts were once again interrupted by the teacher when I heard her call my name. 

“Azrail, and…” She stalled for a moment, “Lucian.”

Everyone turned towards me, some with jealousy and others with disappointment. 

I’m so fucked.