I'm about to be late for class.

It had to be today that I overslept. A test with Professor Herodotus that I barely studied for, rugby practice after class, and a full night of homework after. And I start my day by sprinting to my exam, carrying a thermos of coffee and a half-eaten bagel, sweating and cussing myself out. Perfect.

I'm halfway up the hill to the history building when something collides with me headfirst. I go stumbling to the side, my coffee flying out of my hand and my bag almost hitting me in the face, swearing in Greek. The person I just ran into goes sprawling to the ground.

"Shit, god, sorry...!" I exclaim as I chase after my coffee thermos. Once it's back in my hand, I turn to the person on the ground. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't... I wasn't watching."