Vivian's POV

"Where are you going, darling? Care for a ride?" I hear a guy say, followed by a wolf whistle. I give a glance to the guys standing at the footpath, their eyes roaming all over my body.

"Look at her, doesn't she look lit?" The other guy says the first guy. They start walking towards me.

"Ignoring us, huh? We can show you a good time." The first guy says. I continue walking towards my car. Taking out my phone, I call Thea. She picks up at the first ring, as I wanted.

"Hello, police station? I want help here." I look right into the first guy's eyes. "23rd Cross, DeTrex street."

"Viv? What's happening?" I hear Thea's confused voice over the phone. The guys stop in their tracks, turn around and run.

NYPD is not to be messed with.

"Hello? Viv!" I hear Thea.

"Hey Thea! I called to ask what would you like to eat? Chinese? Or pasta?" I ask her, totally diverting the topic. I enter the 'Spaghetti Incident', and look over the menu.

"Pasta is fine. But what was happening?" I already knew Thea would choose pasta since she hated all Chinese food.

"The normal. Some guys." I answered. "Anyhow, I will see you later. Bye." And with that I cut the call.

"Good evening ma'am, what would you like to order?" I hear the guy's voice and look up from the menu. Cute. But not my type.

"Two chicken cheese pastas and one veg pasta. Small." I said and after a thought, added, "Add in three cans of Pepsi."

"In here or takeaway?" He asks, giving me a nice smile. His dimples peek out. His name tag read Luca.

"Take out please." I tucked in the stray strand of hair behind my ear.

"That will be 32.50$." He gives me the bill and I hand him over the cash. He hands me over the fifty cents, that were remaining and I join the line of the people waiting to collect their orders.

In ten minutes I am out of the store with the packages in my hand and on the way to my dorm, which I share with Thea and Alexia. With my earphones plugged in and the thoughts of the world out, I get lost in the music of Chainsmokers. My steps are light on the pavement, a little bounce in it.

I have a fake smile splashed on my face, not knowing when or if they see me. My one hand holding the bag of food, while the other held my phone. My thoughts didn't wander, as I had learned to control them from years. 8 years, I was given 8 years to learn, the art of faking. Now even I don't know when I am being genuine.

My head moved along with the beats of 'Setting Fires', a gentle shake, not enough to be noticed. You never know where my parents have located their spies.

The weekend is at it's end. Why is Friday so close to Monday and Monday so far away from Friday? I see the building at a small distance from me. I take my time. Our dorms were located in a single building, the boys and girls in the same building, First 4 floors for girls and the rest 4 for boys. We had a curfew of 10pm.

Thea's and Alexia's Sundays usually go simple, staying in the dorm, watching a movie, getting some pizza. Me? It is a different story. I partied, hard. I usually come back at 2 AM, drunken, my heels kept somewhere. But today, I wanted to stay in. Why? Because 75% I felt like giving company to Thea and Alex.

Also 25% Ray Tress was gone for vacations, so no grand party at his mansion.

I take the elevator and press the button '3', as the door closed, someone joined me. I see as his hand moved forward to press '4'. I take in his appearance, Quinn Lodds, year 2, biotech field. I know this guy. One, he is in my year. Second, he is hot. Third, I had hooked up with him.

"Hey Vivian." He greeted, giving me a cute smile. He knew better than to call me anything else.

"Lodds, long time." I offer my hand, he takes it, giving it a firm shake.

"You coming next week to Eric's Bash? Seems like he called Spanish DJs, since he wanted to spend some money." He informed me.

"How can I miss it?" I give a small smirk, a plan forming in my head about how to sneak out. "My stop is here. See you soon." We do a fist pump and I walk out of the elevator, since it stopped at my floor. Walking to dorm room 315, I unlock the door with my keys. No sooner I step in, the bag containing food is snatched from my hand.

"Food!" Alexia aka Alex the foodie, exclaimed, taking out her veg pasta. She preferred meat less pasta. But she loved chicken. Thea takes out her package and mine, shifting it in a bowl and hands me mine with a fork, Alex was too eager to eat to wait.

We eat in silence, each of us on instagram, sending each other fascinating pictures. Suddenly Alex looks up.

"Dude, did you study for the chemistry test?" She asked us. I stared at her, stupidly with my mouth open, the fork of pasta a little away from my mouth. Thea, on the other hand, nodded.

"It's really simple. You just have to know the mixing compounds and their chemical formulas." Ok, that can be done. Then she continued, "Like 45 compounds. Oh! And how to balance them properly. Also the properties, and the rules. Yeah and the-"

"Okay! I get it I am fucked up." I interrupt her. Looking at Alex, since maybe she hasn't studied, I ask her, "What about you?"

"I need to revise the last page." She replied, shattering all my hopes. Damn it!

"Mr Thomas will kill me. Fuck this!" I put my bowl away, while Thea looks at the almost untouched bowl worriedly. I get up and go towards my bed. I see the time is just 7 pm.

"It's so early." Alex said, seeing me pull over my blanket. "Let's start studying and maybe you will pass the test."

"Nope. I have a better idea." Saying that, I plug in my earphones and put on my sleep playlist. I take two sleeping pills, and soon I am out.

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A beautiful morning, in the beautiful city of New York, with a beautiful university, in the life of a beautiful girl, with a beautiful plan.

Nope. My morning was a disaster. I woke up late for my 9 am class, Chemistry. I had woken up at 7 am. Late.

I rushed, got ready and left for my class. The timings for our classes were very different, while some classes started at 7 am, others started at 9. somedays (Mondays and Wednesdays) classes started at 11 am.

I had my stock piled up in my bag as I entered the chemistry class. It was empty, all the seats arranged in order, the place as neat as a white paper. Or should I say as white as the toilet papers in my bag. So I get to my work. Starting from the back, I pull all the chairs in front, one upon other. Then I begin on my artwork.

With wireless headphones on, I cover the class in a sheet of white. In the middle of a song, my phone switched off making the song stop Such a shame that so much paper is going to waste. But I always put my bottles and papers in the right recycling bins. I take one chair and start working on the walls. Almost an hour and half in my work, I hear the door open.

"Hey Blondie! What the hell are you doing?" I hear a voice behind me. I don't spare a glance to the person, and then balance myself on the ladder.

"Can't you see, I am covering this class in toilet paper? I soo don't want to take the chemistry test." I continue my work. I am sure if Mr Thomas caught me, I would be Dead.

"Are you Crazy?"

"You will thank me later." I said and continued trashing the class. "By the way it's Vivian, not Blondie." I clear out.

"Did I ask, Blondie?" He said, rudely.

"Right to Speech and Expression, ever heard of it, rude boy?" I counter back. Coming down the chair, I move it towards right and them climb back up. I had used at least 13 toilet paper rolls for this. When I don't hear a remark, I turn around and search for the person. Great he is no longer here.

I haven't even looked at the guy. His voice was fine. If fine means amazing.

Once I had stuck up the last of the paper, I walked out of the class, like a boss. Nope, like a bawse.

I look at the time, 8:50, close. I walk towards the gate of the campus, waiting for Alexia and Thea. In 2 minutes, they rush in.

"Did you have your breakfast?" Thea asks me, the moment they spot me.

"Yes, I did." I lied. I was in a rush to be honest.

Atleast don't lie to yourself.

"What did you eat?" Alex questioned, one of her eyebrows raised, her arms crossed.

"I had cereal and milk. Fruit Loops." I answered, without hesitation.

"We ran out of cereals last week, and yesterday you spilled the cartoon of milk. So tell me where did you have this breakfast of yours?" Thea busted me.

"Why are you so bothered about me?-" The warning bell rings. We run towards the class.

Mr Thomas stood there, his eyes narrowed, and fire blowing off his nose and steam coming off of his ears. Okay, I exaggerated it a bit.

"Who did this?" His voice low, threatening. I walk in front.

"It was me." I stare at him, challenging him to take action.

"This is it! You come with me now." He shouted at me and left the class.

"Atleast no test now."

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A/N: So did you like this chapter?

Oh My God, I feel hyped writing this book. The cast will be put up soon. So stay tuned. Cali and Vivian have quite contrasting personalities, and so do Blake and Sebastian. So this will have little to no cliche in it. Good Luck reading this.

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