University - University ~ Chapter 1
My fingers tapped the steering wheel to the music on the radio as I sighed. I'd been sat in this traffic for about an hour now and I'd moved about a hundred yards. Actually, when I turned around, I could still see the sign where the traffic had come to a halt that was still flashing, "ROAD WORKS DELAYS POSSIBLE". What were they doing, building a brand new motorway?! I decided this would be a good time to search for that CD that I'd been looking for before I got in the car and took my seatbelt off. I started to rummage around under my seat, frowning at where it could have got to. After ten minutes I gave up. All my other CDs would be in my suitcases or at home, so I sat there sulking. What could you possibly do in the middle of some traffic? I looked around, fields, cars, tarmac, lampposts... what an exciting view, I thought sarcastically. I casually turned and looked at the silver car next to me and saw a mirror of myself, an annoyed guy looking fed up and leaning on his steering wheel. I almost considered the idea of getting out of my car and looking for some entertainment in my suitcases when suddenly the traffic took off, no signs of road works, no signs of any reason for the hold up. Typical!
As we started to move, I saw the signposts: " University Campus" and an arrow. My heart jolted as I bit my lip seeing the silver key in the car's cup-holder gleaming at me. In around thirty minutes of driving, I was there. I pulled up in a parking space outside the tall building and sat there for a minute, taking in the view. To my left was a replica of the silver car that had the grumpy looking guy sat in it in the traffic jam. I had an image of him sat waiting in the kitchen when I walked into my new home, a grumpy look on his face and a grunt as a greeting. He'd be a lot of fun...
I hurled suitcase number one out of the boot of the car, feeling the wheels let out a reliving sigh, shut it and locked it. I pulled up the handle and started to drag it inside. "Flat 363 Room 4" my key said. I rolled my eyes. Third floor and no lifts in sight, great! I took a deep breath as I reached the first step out of what looked like 3,000 above my head. I tried to pull the suitcase up the step with me and finally succeeded. Only another 2,999 to go then! After what seemed like a year, the suitcase reached the last stair with a loud thump. I finally let go of it and groaned at the thought of another three cases to bring up when I felt some weight take off from underneath me and more thumps followed. I looked down to see the suitcase at the bottom of the stairs, upside-down and half opened with half of the contents spilling out. "Fuuuuck!" I shouted before I heard a door slam downstairs. I flinched, expecting a shout of complaint of all the noise from the floor below, but instead I saw the grumpy guy stood outside his flat, scratching his head at the half-exploded suitcase on his front doorstep.
"I'm so sorry, it just fell..." I said, making him jump and look up at me. Jeeeesus, he was hot! How did I not notice that before? And how come I had to drop my suitcase right in front of his door? I saw him smirking looking at the contents as I noticed a pair of pants had fallen out right at his feet. I felt my whole body turn beetroot as I ran downstairs and stuffed all of my stuff back inside before any more embarrassment could be spared and tried to hide my blush. He raised his eyebrows at me, "well I certainly wasn't expecting to see that on my doorstep on the first day," and then laughed. I tried to join in, but it came out pathetically so I decided to save myself from further humiliation and tried to carry the case back up the stairs.
Chapter 2