Everyone is hot!

You were probably blessed with the most attractive group of people that exists on this planet, as far as classes go. Even the teacher was a very hot looking man, probably in his early 30s and a bit of a hipster with his beard and dress sense. Definitely took care of himself in the gym. _If everybody in this room came onto me right now I would not be mad. _We've already met Catrin and Mike, who moved out last night, which sucked because you didn't get to say goodbye, but hey you can talk now. Also in your class most notably you meet a welsh guy named Euan, about 6ft, fairly thin, but oh my god the prettiest face you've ever seen on a guy (and that accent ohmygod), also Tamara from Brighton, a girl almost as posh as Catrin, but blonde, about 5'6 and curvy in all the right ways. Fuckboy James wasn't in this class for whatever reason, which is probably a good thing, but either way it seemed you were going to struggle to not repeat recent history of stepping out on your boyfriend. Not that you'd tell him any time soon. You bitch!

You were all confirmed to be in groups of 6 to work on a small production for your first assignment, that being yourself, Catrin and Mike (what are the odds!?), Tamara, Euan and a guy named Ted, an American guy, who hadn't turned up to his first session. Bit stupid but who's judging. During the getting to know each other stage, you all managed to connect well together, and Mike offered to have all of us round, including Ted, for a housewarming get together at the weekend, which you personally thought was a brilliant idea. Fast forward to lunch and your sat with Catrin and Mike, you notice that Cat's been on her phone for most the time as you innocently flirt with Mike, who either doesn't pick it up or is more than content with it. You decide to be a cheeky cunt and you snatch Cat's phone from her hand, only to find she's been swiping people on Tinder!

"Oh my god Cat! Big move! You have so many already!" Cat's gone red in the face and desperately reaches for her phone across you, exposing quite a bit of cleavage through her black tank top. You and her were matching today which was cute AF in your humble opinion; black tank top, black yoga pants, black vans - the standard drama student outfit. You'd posted a selfie together on Instagram which was going very successfully at this point, and you note that one of the pics on her Tinder bio is that same one. She's been busy!

"I broke up with my boyfriend last night, I told him that I didn't think distance would work and that I wanted to have fun at uni, so now I'm trying to find fun. Can't a girl look?" She says in defence, eventually getting her phone off you. Mike watches on quietly again. He never seems to like to get involved in talks like this apparently. Until now?

"You still with James, Sasha?" He asks bluntly. You can't read his eyes, as enchanting as they are, they are equally mysterious.

"Yeah I am, I think we can manage a long distance thing once we get the hang of being so far apart." Even you aren't convinced by that.

"Oh right, sounds about right.." He replies, he's not convinced either. Catrin is paying little attention to you two as far as you can tell, she's engrossed in her 1,209,389 matches. And counting by the sounds of things.

By the end of the day Catrin announces she's going on a date so she can't go home with you. _Fucking typical. _On the plus side this leaves you with Mike offering to give you a lift back to yours, one on one time with this beautiful specimen won't be an issue.
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