Wake up! You're late for school!

"James! You're going to be late! Get up!"

James barely registered his father's voice as he rose up from his bed and scratched his head. Picking up his phone from his bedside table, he looked at the time and his heart sunk.

8:45am.

He had just 15 minutes to get to class.

Without a second thought he leapt out of bed, putting on his clothes faster than he thought possible. His underwear might've been on backwards, but otherwise fairly faultless. He flattened down his hair and checked the mirror.

More or less! He thought to himself.

He launched from his room, half-ran, half-jumped down the stairs, grabbed a snack from the kitchen (even though he wasn't entirely sure what it was), grabbed his rucksack he'd luckily packed the night before, ignored his sisters cackling, kissed his mother on the cheek, hugged his father, and he was out of the door.

"That must have been some kind of record," he breathed as he ran down the street.

Uni was only 15 minutes away, so if he sprinted, he just might make it. He sprinted down the street, crossed streets perhaps a little too daringly, and into the town center. Looking down at his watch, he saw he had only 5 minutes to get there and his exhaustion was beginning to catch up with him. He came to a main road where he had an opportunity to catch his breath. As he looked around, something caught his eye.

Across the road, he saw a woman staring at him. She wore what seemed to be a flowing white dress and had gorgeous, platinum blonde hair which blew in a wind that James was unable to feel. Her face was vacant, and James noticed there was something strange about her eyes. One of them was brown, the other green. He couldn't stop staring. She was breathtaking. James took half a step towards the woman, before realising the road was full of traffic. He caught himself and took a step back, breaking her gaze, and when he turned back, she was gone.

It took a few moments before he realised the traffic had stopped allowing him to pass, almost forgetting the strange encounter. Shaking his head of the buzzing sound that had filled it, he ran once again towards university, making it only 5 minutes late. He took a seat, taking out all of his things before looking down at his phone.

1 MESSAGE RECEIVED - 3 MINUTES AGO.

He opened it up to reveal a very short but heart stopping message from Natasha.

We need to talk.

James looked down confused for a moment before a realisation dawned on him. He had agreed to meet her half an hour before class to discuss their argument last night.

Shit. He thought. This is not going to be good.