The Hurting

Chapter 2

"Taylor! Turn off that damn alarm clock! " my wonderful roommate yells. First day of school. Hooray.

"That's your damn alarm clock, turn it off yourself!" I bellow back.

"You're much more awake than me, if I tried to turn it off, I'd probably fall over and break something and you don't want that, right?" She tries to convince me.

We had put her alarm clock right in the middle of the room, so at least one of us had to get up to make it out.

"Alright, but you clean up today!" I tell her and get up.

"No, wait! I turn the alarm clock off! "She calls and jumps out of bed to throw herself in the direction of the alarm clock. Bad for her, however, I was faster and had already turned it off.

"Well, O'Brian, it looks like you need to vacuum and take all the trash out," I smirk at her.

"But I'm up, too!" She tries to talk herself out of it while we get dressed.

"And I turned the alarm clock off," I counter. "And honestly, you don't have to do that much either. We have only lived here for three days. "I add, eye-rolling.

Although I only met her three days ago, I have the feeling of knowing this girl for what feels like an eternity. We understood each other right away, probably because we are quite similar. We are both very ironic personalities and we cannot stand anyone in our environment.

"I have biochemistry on the St. George Campus now," I say after looking at my timetable as we stand outside. I'm excited. More than excited, because I'll have biochemistry for the first time. I'm wondering how big the difference between biology in 12th grade and biochemistry is though since we learned quite a lot of chemistry in 12th-grade biology.

"I have criminal law now. But I do not know where the Faculty of Law building is. "She says and begins to dig in her bag, presumably to find the campus plan.

"I think somewhere down there at the Royal Ontario Museum. Well, if you had gotten up earlier, then you would not have any problem finding your classroom now." I mock and walk towards the C building.

"f**k you!" Clara roars after me. Without turning, I flip her the bird.

The lecture hall in which I have biochemistry is huge. I suppose it's because there are so many medical students every year. Even though I'm quite early, the room is almost completely filled. Most of the free spaces are in the middle, but I have no desire to push through the ranks.

Otherwise, there are only a few places left in the last row and a seat in the second row next to a girl who has a look as if someone had s**t into her breakfast cereal. She seems nice to me, so I sit next to her. Also, the second row is a thousand times better than the last row and then next to a girl who does not seem as if she wants to talk: perfect.

The girl does not seem to notice my presence, because she is still looking straight ahead and staring at the projector. Time after time, the last students dawdle in.

On time at 9 o'clock, the professor comes into the room. He looks surprisingly young, around 35, and has a beaming smile on his face. Asshole. Who is in such a good mood on a Tuesday morning?

"Good morning everyone! I'm Professor Johnson and responsible for you getting through biochemistry this year!" His stupid grin is getting on my boobs.

"We start with the presence! Is Anderson, Isabelle here?"

"Here! "Shouts a girl in the front row.

"Clark, Sebastian?" 

"Here." It sounds from a back corner.

"Cote, Peter?" "Here!"

"E-" Professor Johnson gets interrupted by the door opening.

A tall, brown-haired boy walks in. 

"How nice that you honor us with your presence, Mr. Evans," Johnson says with an inescapable ironic undertone.

Evans just shrugs his shoulders and as he passes my row, the girl next to me pulls her shoulders in. Interesting.

"Let's move on! Grant, Stefan"

At some point, we finally reached T. "Taylor, Olivia?" "Here." I say bored. We've already wasted 10 minutes on this stupid attendance check.

"Wright, Lara?" "Here." It sounds softly beside me. The girl - Lara - no longer looks like she has a stomachache. Instead, she has put on a sad expression. I wonder if this expression has anything to do with the Evans guy.

"All right, everyone is here. From now on, please sign on the attendance list after class. Anyone who fails to do so, is registered as not excused. Let's start with the lesson!" Johnson announces.

When I get out of biochemistry at 11 o'clock my head is buzzing. That was a lot of information.

"Hey, Olivia!" A voice behind me shouts. When I turn around, I see Lara. She is running towards me, holding a stack of books under her arm.

I look at her with my best puzzled expression.

"Hey, um, I saw that you wrote down a lot. Do you think you could send me your notes? "She asks me hesitantly.

Out of pure instinct, I want to say no and send her to hell, but something about her is so sad and innocent that even I can't say no.

"Eh, yeah, sure. Give me your number, I'll send it to you later." After a moment of hesitation, I ask her,

"Tell me, what's that between you and this Evans guy?" 

Damn curiosity, I curse at myself inside.

"Jackson?" She asks innocently. 

"I don't know, the guy who was too late." And who made you pull your shoulders in like a damned p***y, I silently add.

"Yes, that's Jackson. Jackson Evans. He's my ex-boyfriend." She says, even though the last sentence was rather questioning. s**t, now I'm really curious.

"Why so insecure? Did you end it or was it him?" I can't hold myself back.

"I. Respectively nobody. It's more complicated," she says hesitantly. "I have to go to class now." She adds and runs away.