And like that, another year of hell begins.

The bell rang and the class was a blur of ice breakers, assignments, and people talking to friends from last year.

Drawling through the halls, you almost forget the boy who reminds you why you’re still here in the first place until he appears out of nowhere and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Hey, Baby. How was your first class?” He asked, pulling back to look you in the eyes with a loving expression.