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It had been your dream to go to any university for the longest time, let alone Whit. It wasn't the oldest in the world, that was some monastry in Italy someone once told you, but it was certainly the most prestigious. Everyone had chatted about it in your school days, joking about if some miracle came through, you'd catch them at Whit down the road. It had shaken your friends and your school a bit when you actually received an offer.

You'd worked your arse off too. Not because of the uni's reputation, academia, architecture, or all of the other hundred things people told you were "so lucky" to be experiencing every day. No, you'd dreamed of Whit for the women. You'd caught a glimpse of a Whit girl hanging out on a school field trip. Tall as you at the time, her brunette hair sweeping behind her as she laughed, chatting to her friend about god know's what - probably law, or astrophysics, or whatever one of the other hundreds of insanely intelligent things Whit girls chatted about. You were smitten. You'd always been a head-down, study-books kind of guy at school, only ever getting as far as snogging a girl at the back of a school trip bus. That was far enough at the time. "Wait until uni," you told yourself. The girls would be smart, and beautiful, and so willing to have sex with you. You were sure of it.

Right now, Freshers week had gone by in a blur. It was pretty tiring to be honest - initiations to god-knows-what during the day, pointless college library tours, awkward waiting around to make idle chat with students who seemed just as shy as you were. You hadn't been that much invested. They'd set up a Freshers Fair where it seemed everything from social groups to weird kinks had their own stall - smiling students lacking any sort of awkwardness inviting you to join up and visit their societies, some promising **** and others, nothing but a good time.

That was how you found yourself with a flyer in hand, in the uni's debating chamber in the centre of town. A grand old building, circular in shape with rows of benches stretching back the whole way and a grand debating table in the centre. It was currently empty, void of the bustle and noise of shouting across the rows you imagine took place on a debate day. You were dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, leg shaking with a slight nervousness, as your eyes darted around the chamber and back towards the door. The flyer said introductions to the society would begin at 5 - it was 5.15 and not a single other person had shown up, including from the society. You wondered if anyone would ever walk in and rescue you from this uncomfortable situation.

Someone did - the most beautiful girl you'd seen in your 18 years of your existence.