You went your own way, clueless about where to go. You stomped your feet as you realized you were circling the school grounds. The massive University of Jeanne D’Arc wasn’t helping — a map would’ve been handy!

Frustrated, you bit your lip. You’d relied on your friend to guide you and forgot to note your room’s location. Lost in thought, you slapped your forehead. Directions? Not your strong suit.

“Dude, you’re ABM, right?” you overheard some model-like guys say. They were a sight, but no time to admire them — you’d be late! Assuming they were ABM, you followed them, pretending to check your phone. They entered a room with cold air seeping through the glass windows. Seeing a “1” on the door, you guessed this was it.

You slipped inside, finding a seat away from the AC. Everyone seemed to know each other — the power of social media, perhaps? A guy in a hoodie beside you glanced up.

“Yes?” he asked, sounding bored.

“I just thought I was late” you muttered. He shrugged, “There are a few minutes left.” He removed his hoodie, revealing striking features — thick brows, fair skin, and styled chestnut hair. You gulped. You hadn’t planned to crush this year, aiming for valedictorian. But this school seemed to demand good looks as a requirement.

Determined to stay focused, you offered a tidbit on accounting: “Debits are assets, expenses, drawings. Credits are liabilities, income, capital.” He smirked, leaning closer. “Why are you teaching me accounting?”

“Just a heads-up,” you blushed. He leaned back, eyes amused. “Want to talk about Pre Cal?”

“Pre Cal? That’s for STEM,” you replied.

He smiled. “You’re in the wrong room. This is STEM 1.”

Your jaw dropped. Of course! In your excitement, you’d guessed wrong. You flushed, packed up, and stood.

“Be careful,” his teasing voice followed, “don’t get lost again!”