"Good morning," a voice murmured in my ear, followed by lips on my shoulder. I rolled my eyes; great, a clingy one. I stretched and glanced over my shoulder at the gorgeous blonde from last night.
"Do you want some breakfast? Or we could do a repeat of last night?" The blonde, whose name I couldn't remember despite the fact that I hadn't drunk anything last night, was trying to be flirtatious in the morning light. But bed hair and morning breath don't really do it for me.
"Nah, thanks, I've got to get going. I've got class." I sat up and threw my legs over the side of the bed, beginning the search for my clothes.
"Yeah, I'm doing my PhD."
"Oh... okay well maybe I could call you sometime?"
"Yeah I don't think that's a good idea."
"Look, this was fun and all. Really. But I don't have time for anything more substantial in my life."
"So what, I was just stress relief or something?"
"If that's what you want to call it." I finished getting dressed as the usual shade of angry red passed across the blonde's face. I'd seen it before. Time to get out of here before something got thrown at me. "Thanks for last night. See you." And I'd gone before the lamp hit the door.
"Where the hell have you been?" My best friend, Beth, appeared beside me and slipped her arm through mine.
"I had to run home to shower and change."
"Uh huh, so where were you last night?"
"I was getting a little 'stress relief'."
"That's what you're calling it?"
"Oh, that's what they called it?"
"Right before a lamp was aimed at my retreating figure, yes."
"You have really got to stop picking up clingy psychos."
"If I'd listened to people when they told me that years ago, I wouldn't have met you."
"You didn't pick me up. You tried and failed, miserably."
"Yes well, it is my one failure, but I'm not too heartbroken, given the outcome."
"I'm pleased to hear you say that." She replied, in her poshest voice, before laughing and squeezing my arm. "Come on. New lecturer today. Let's hope this one makes Psych worth it."
"Well we're studying sex this term too..."
"Then let's hope it's a hot lecturer, not some balding old fart like Ferguson." We laughed together down the hall to the lecture theatre. "So," she said as we took our seats, "when are you going to find someone to stick with?"
"She's got me, haven't you babe?" Raphael looked up from the seat in front of us and winked.
"And I couldn't be happier." I laughed, giving him a hug. "How was your summer hot stuff?"
"Would've been better if you two had been there."
"Well, we can't go ever holiday, and if we're spending the summer after graduation there, we can't exactly go the year before as well. I have to work to save."
"I told you, you're welcome at the villa. Free of charge."
"Raph, I love you, but you're rich and don't understand that we have to save to have spending money and money for food out okay?
"Alright alright, life of the poor student. I get it. Maybe if you didn't work in that tiny little book shop..."
"I love that place!" I cried indignantly, smacking him lightly on the shoulder with my notepad.
"Ow, alright, alright, you've got it done perfectly. Two jobs and a degree, two best friends who help you remove any hangers on..."
"Oh please. I'm not that bad."
"You are the temptress with the dark hair who always wears black and breaks more hearts than glasses at the club."
"Just because my job allows me to meet people..."
"Will you two be quiet?" Beth laughed. "Two minutes back in each others lives and you're squabbling like an old married couple."
"That's because we love each other really." Raph grinned.
"Sure." I laughed.
The door opened, and glancing down, we all saw the new lecturer walk in. It was obvious; I mean for one, we're usually lugging round a million books and she's just carrying a laptop bag. Plus, never seen her before. I would have remembered her. Wavy hair and a smart jacket, coupled with jeans and boots. Those legs... toned and shaped, same as the rest of her.
"Damn. More your type than mine." Beth muttered, "Hey, are you listening?"
"Huh? Oh yeah."
"Oh jeez, am I going to have to watch you staring at her for the whole year?"
"Nah. You could always look at the slides?" I grinned.
"So could you."
"Alright, alright. Excuse me for appreciating the female form."
Beth laughed as Raph reached behind his head to give me a discreet high-five.
"Welcome back. I am Alex Macintosh, your new lecturer."
"Oh my god she's an Aussie too." I muttered, and Raph choked on his laugh. Beth rolled her eyes at us.
"Well at least you'll be listening to her."
"That's for damn sure."
"This module will explore the analysis of people's facial expressions and body language, and how we can use that to decipher their thoughts, or their future actions, or emotions."
"We can study her body language." Raph muttered and I almost spat out the sip of water I'd just taken.
"Is everything alright up there?" She was looking in our direction. Fuck.
"Everything's fine!" Raph replied. "Just commenting on how this module is going to be really important."
"Then I suggest you listen carefully," and that half stern, half amused look is what killed me. I spent the rest of the lesson completely fascinated by her. As we were leaving, Beth leaned in to my arm.
"Finally someone else you can't get your paws on. I was beginning to feel the weight of my individualism."
"Shut up." I laughed. Raph threw his arms over our shoulders and squeezed in to the middle.
"So my beautiful darlings, where to now?"
"I have to go to criminal law." Beth groaned.
"Curse you both. Fine, I shall just sit in the caf, melting girls' hearts until you return."
"Well, the Italian accent is fabulous. Go get'em tiger." I laughed, and watched him leave.
"So are you going to tell me about last night's girl?"
"Just another bored blonde. I've got to start picking interesting people."
"But then you might actually stick around."
"They'd have to be pretty interesting."