Lucien Belmont seemed to be everywhere you looked, trying to charm you at every opportunity. At the library, in your classes and now your dorm room.

"Miss me?" He says as he enters your room. Before you know it, he's flopped himself onto your bed and is looking over at you with his signature smirk.

"Lucien, I actually have things to do."

"All you, my uptight friend, need to do is relax," he says as he flicks through one of my textbooks.

"I am relaxing."

"Really? Relaxing means studying in your dorm room on a Friday night—in, might I say, cute pyjamas? Are those teddy bears—?"

"Don't push it, Lucien..." You say cutting him off in embarrassment.

"I'm just saying... you gotta get out there and live a little, it's what college is about. In fact, I'm taking you out to have fun for once."

And before you can protest, he's tossing his hoodie at you and pulling you out your dorm room not caring that you're still in your pyjamas.