The buzzing of my annoying alarm clock wakes me.

"Shut that thing up!" Flame groans from his bed pulling the covers over his head. I reach my arm out and turn off the alarm, I sit up and rub my eyes. Pulling my body out of bed I head towards the bathroom; thats one thing I really like about this university. The dorms have their own bathrooms attached. I start the shower water and while it warms up I brush my teeth. After showering I'm fully awake, and get dressed: red plaid shirt, ripped dark blue jeans, blood red converse.

I brush my hair to where it hangs in my eyes a bit, just the way I like it. I exit the bathroom only to come face to face with an agitated looking flame.

"You take longer than a girl!" He says pushing past me slamming the door.

"No I don't!" I yell back at him grabbing my schedule. Since I took AP classes last year I didn't have to take them until my junior year because of some advanced program or what ever. Really I only have majoring classes in arts. But I thought that would be boring going only too like two classes so I signed up as an assistant, and to take reading anyways.

Grabbing my backpack I put in everything I'll need. I walk into the hallways which only has a few people walking around as compared to yesterday. I moved in on Saturday, and all the people who didn't crammed in on Sunday. It was completely hectic with guys running back and fourth and me trying not to trip over suitcases.

I leave the boys dorm building, and head over to the main campus building only getting few stares. Once I get inside I look at the small map they gave me telling me where my classes are. My first period is my assistant class; I'll be assisting Mr.Kyle with his honors english class on the second floor.

I take the stairs after noticing the line at the elevator and arrive at his class in no time. I open the door hesitantly and see a man behind his desk sorting through papers.

"You're here early, class doesn't start for another ten minutes." He says without looking up.

"Uhm.. I'm the assistant."

"Oh right of course!" He says standing up to shake my hand. "Well then you're actually right on time, what's your name son?"

"Marshall Lee, but you can call me Marshall." I say taking my hand back.

"Well welcome Marshall! As you can see that desk is mine." He says motioning to where he was just sitting. "And that smaller desk by mine is yours."

"Uh alright." I say walking over and sitting in the rolly-chair and placing my backpack down.

"Class will start in a few, and when ever I need your help I'll tell you." He says sitting at his own desk. For the next eight or so minutes I get on my phone trying to occupy my self; then I hear students fill the class and I put my phone away.

Random boys, and girls fill the room. Some look like seniors some look like freshman blah blah. Then someone catches my eye.

Bubba.

We lock eyes for a moment, and he smiles at me before he starts looking around the classroom. Most everyone was already in so the only seats left were in the front row; he sat directly across from me.

"Alright class my names Mr.Kyle and I'll be your english professor." Mr.Kyle says in a booming voice standing up from his desk; some girls seem to swoon over him since he does only appear to be twenty-three at the youngest.

While watching him introduce himself to the class I feel something hit the side of my head. I look down to see a balled up piece of paper on my desk; confused I open it up.

Hey
-Bubba

I look up at him, but he's not looking at me.

Hey I toss the paper over to him after making sure the teacher didn't see.

So you're the assistant huh? I read after the paper had landed back on my desk.

Yup, and you're captain obvious huh?

I guess so, what's your next class?

Free period

Oh cool me too, wanna hang after this?

Yeah sounds good.

We passed notes for the rest of the class only vaguely paying attention to what Mr.Kyle was saying. We even had a drawing contest, he'd write something down then I'd draw it and vice versa.

The bell rings signaling us that class has ended, I grab my stuff then wait for Bubba to grab his.

"Ready?" He asks slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"Yep." We leave the classroom, and walk out the campus building.

"Do you want to get early lunch?" I ask him walking towards my truck.

He shrugs in response, "Sure."

•••

~Bubba's P.O.V~

We sit outside the small coffee shop by the university at a corner table. I eat a small salad while Marshall is eating an apple.

"So what's your schedule for today?" I ask breaking the awkward silence.

"After this period I have my musical arts class, then my regular arts class, and then english."

"You don't take anything else?" I question raising an eyebrow while stabbing my salad.

"Nope, I have this advance placement thing going on."

"Ah." I say with a nod.

"What about you?" He says sinking his perfectly white teeth into the red skin of the apple.

"I have my pre-med class, then math, then honors science."

"So we both have only four classes this semester?"

"Yeah." I say watching his lips as he takes another bite of his apple. "So... Marshall Lee is that an asian name?"

He chuckles causing my breath to hitch in my throat. "Nope, my parents just liked it. And do I look asian? Im so pale you can't see me in bright rooms."

A burst of laughter leaves my lips, and he smiles. "No you don't. I was just wondering." I say after my laughter died down.

"You're the one with Gumball as a last name, is that royal british or something?"

"Nope, just some ancient family history."

"Liiike?"

The smile leaves my face instantly, but I try and force it back up. "Its nothing really."

"Oh come on, isn't there anything you can tell me about your family?"

"I..." My mouth clamps shut, and the back of my eyes sting.

"Hey um.. If you don't want to talk about it..." He says with a concerned look in his eyes.

I just nod my head fidgeting with my fingers.

"...Do you have a girlfriend?" He asks changing the subject after a prolonged silence.

"What?" I ask taken aback. Although I'm happy he changed the subject, this question is weird.

"Do you have a girlfriend."

"Uh, no." I say with a gulp.

"Oh, okay."

"Why?"

"I dunno, I don't know much about you, and I was just wondering." He says.

"Oh... Well what about you?" I say finishing my salad.

"Nope, no girlfriend." I don't know why, but I feel a little spark of joy at his words despite being upset.

"Well this period is almost over." He says looking at his watch. "We better head back."

"Okay." I say gathering my food, and dumping it into the nearest trash can.

•••

~Marshall's P.O.V~

After me and Bubba left the coffee shop I went to both my art classes, they were pretty fun; I have a feeling I'm going to like them a lot.

I'm currently sitting in the back of the classroom watching all of the other students enter. A girl with chocolate skin, and snow white hair came in, she looked like storm only more intriguing. She wore an over top ripped shirt, and half of her head was shaved. She has a number of piercings in her face.

She flashed a smile at me, and came to sit beside me.

"Hey, this seat taken?" Her voice is melodic, and mischievous sounding.

"No, go ahead."

"I'm Ashley bt-dubs."

"Bt-dubs?" I repeat with a slight smirk.

"Yep, and you are?" She asks popping her perfectly glossed lips.

"Marshall."

"Nice name." She says turning her attention towards the board as the teacher has started class.

"Thanks."

The teacher introduces himself, and lets us play mini games that basically just make us all share our name and information about ourselves.

The bell rings, and I grab my stuff happy to be done with my first day of college. As I'm walking out of class a hand clasps my arm. Ashley.

"Yeah?"

"Lets hang." She says dragging me out into the crowded hallway,