College. It was a big step for you, and you were scared, but something about the things your elder brother had told you made you feel better.

Your mother dropped you off, a 4 hour drive filled with anxiety and excitement. You were really there now. After checking in and surviving your first day, the next 2 weeks flew by.

It’s Friday, and you’re already excited to go home for the weekend, see your parents again, but right as you enter the class room someone new walks in after you.

Sitting down, you turn around to look at your friends immediately, weird looks on all their faces. The whole class stares, and the boy gets sat down in the front. Class goes slower as you wonder about who he is, since he didn’t get a real introduction.

Over the weekend you stalk the insta of your classmates to see if someone knows him, but no luck. Monday was coming closer and something in you was dreading to go back.

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You’re back in your dorm room and get an email. Duos for the English project. “Okay wait, who the frick is Max?” You think to yourself, before gasping and sighing. The new guy. Really?

You didn’t know one thing about him, and new kids were never a good sign, so you weren’t really looking forward to this.