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The sound that I despised most in this world was ringing loudly throughout my ears. A cliché, I know, but how else was I meant to be awoken for my first day of Uni ahead of me.

Obviously, it wasn’t me who had set the alarm, no, I could never have been that responsible last night. Of course, it was Ivy, the one who seemed to be the ablest to make the crucial decisions no one else seemed capable of doing.

Loud groans repeated around the, on the smaller side, flat that we shared. Obvious it wasn’t just me who wasn’t feeling the consequences of last night in the form a pounding on my head, I joined in with the groans of protests the other girls were making due to the fact that no one had turned off that stupid, loud, annoying beeping of the alarm.

After a few more painful minutes, the dreadful noise stopped and I stumbled up from the sofa and made my way to the bathroom. Putting on my outfit for the day, which was surprisingly summery as the weather was actually hot for once today, and applying my moisturiser and makeup after my shower, I made my way back to the living room where Yara was cooking breakfast.

She was dressed in a bright yellow dress that complimented her skin perfectly, if I ever tried to wear anything like that with my skin tone it would just look awful, yet here Yara was looking like a Goddess.

Ivy came sauntering into the room and plopped down next to me on a stool in front of the island.

“Why did we even go out last night?” Yara groaned, whilst scrambling some eggs.

“Because Ivy convinced us that it would be a good idea.” I told her resentfully.

“Yeah, well, Ivy once convinced us it would be a good idea to go skinny dipping in the sea once and when we came out that old couple were terrified and threatened to call the police.” Yara explained.

“Hey! It’s not all my fault you could have said no.”

“True” I grumbled. Yara began serving up the eggs onto three separate plates and also gave us a tablet each to help solve our morning hangover.

All three of us were ecstatic for our first day. Last year we all decided to take a gap year, and we travelled around a lot of Europe mainly Greece, where we stayed with my grandparents most of the time.

At first, it was going to be just Ivy and Yara, however, my father passed away and I didn’t really feel like going to University anymore, so Ivy and Yara asked me if I wanted to join them.

I thought that my mum wouldn’t want me to go, but she was the one who encouraged me. It wasn’t that big of a shock when he died, unfortunately we could all see it was going to happen. Cancer, but even though it wasn’t a shock that didn’t stop the pain.

My mum stayed here in England with my older sister and my younger brother. Yet, they came to stay in Greece with us all for the whole summer. She said dad would’ve wanted me to be happy so that’s what I was trying to do.

Most of my time was spent working, volunteering and, most importantly, reading, which my dad used to do to me all the time. That’s why I chose to study English Lit.

Ivy was studying Psychology and Yara was studying Art History, both like they’ve always wanted. Their classes started earlier than mine, due to this fact I decided to go an get a coffee at the shop just next to campus.

“Calista.” The barista called out. Collecting my coffee, I was just about to head out of the shop when I heard a “Hey!”

Looking around I noticed a familiar seeming boy around my age flashing his pearly white at me.

“Hi.” I replied cautiously as I was rather confused. “Do I know you?”

“Yeah, it’s Ezio from last night. You and you’re friends were really drunk at the club and that girl Yara was doing some horrible dancing and I waited outside with you until your cab came because-“

“Oh yeah I remember.” I cut off his rambling and smiled because it seemed like he was gonna go on forever explaining what happened last night and why. “Thanks for that by the way.”

“No problem!” he beamed. “Hey you said you go to Oxford didn’t you? Wanna walk over there with me now?”

He seemed friendly and was rather attractive so I found myself agreeing.

Chatting during the walk to class and taking the occasional sip of my coffee and him doing the same, but of his own coffee, of course, I came to know that he was also an English literature student and so we had the same class first.

Ezio was quite easy to talk to, I discovered that his the reason why he decided to study English lit is that his dad was a professor of it and I explained a rather short version of my story about my dad always reading to me and his passing.

I received the same response as always, an apology, it didn’t bother me that much when people said that as it seemed to other people. It’s an awkward conversation to be in, I don’t know what would be the right thing to say.

Ezio and I chose our seats in the back of the class room. Something he insisted but I was unsure as to why.

The whole class had arrived now, I think at least because the room was quite full of keen students.

After a few more minutes of waiting a man walked in, this must be our teacher. He was quite an old man, not that old though, I’d probably place him at his mid to late fifties. His head covered in grey hair, the same being said for the lower half of his face too.

“Hello class, I’m Mr Andino I will be your English Lit teacher. If you’re all eager to learn and follow my rules we will have no problem making sure you achieve the best of your abilities.” he told us with a pleasant smile as his crows feet became more prevalent.

“He seems nice” I murmured to Ezio, leaning slightly nearer to him so he could hear me.

“Yeah,” he spoke with a tinge of indifference in his tone,” That’s my dad.”

“He’s your dad!” I exclaimed but still trying to keep my volume to a minimum. “Well I didn’t expect that.”

I just received a grumble in reply and a slight smile in reply and an eyebrow raise.

The rest of the class went quicker than I had expected. Mr Andino told us his rules, a get to know each other session and what he expected from us before we started to do some work in pairs, me with Ezio obviously as he was the only one I sort of knew, whilst Mr Andino did whatever he was doing.

The class was now finished and I was packing my books into my bag, trying not to drop my stuff as I had quite a few books.

“Miss Katapodis, can I talk to you for a minute please?” The teacher called out.

“Yeah, of course” I responded whilst walking towards his desk

“I wanted to talk to you about the assistant position that’s come up because I saw that you spent a lot of time in Greece and that you speak-“ Mr Andino explained, however, he was then cut off when someone burst into the room.

“Για τι θέλεις να μου μιλήσεις”

(what did you want to talk to me about?) The man boomed making his way over to where we were stood, seeming quite angry.

I turned to see him, he was wearing dark slacks and a white dress shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his tanned elbows. Tall, he was very tall probally at least 6”4. A light stubble framed his face and his grey eyes glanced down at me and he averted his gave to Mr Andino.

He was hot, there were no two ways about it. Very hot. Regardless that all changed the second he opened his mouth again.

“Είμαι ήδη άρρωστος από όλους αυτούς τους νέους μαθητές, είναι όλοι ενοχλητικοί χαλασμένοι σκύλοι”

(I'm already sick of all these new students, they're all annoying spoiled bitches) he deadpanned, “πες της να φύγει.” (tell her to leave)

I went to go and speak when Mr Andino spoke with authority, “Can you please just give me a few minutes, stop being impatient.”

Now it was the handsome man’s time to talk again. “όχι τώρα. παρακαλώ πείτε σε αυτή τη μικρή σκύλα να σκατά και να ψωνίζετε με τα χρήματα του μπαμπά ή κάτι τέτοιο.”

(No, now. please tell this little bitch to fuck off and go shopping with daddy's money or something.)

“Miss Katopodis, I am so sorry for his be haviour” My teacher spoke whilst glaring daggers at the other man, “This is my son, Valen Andino. Valen this is my student Calista Katopodis”

“Θα ήθελα να σας γνωρίσω, αλλά δεν είναι. Θα σας αφήσω μόνοι σας τώρα”

(I would say nice to meet you, but it's not. I'll leave you two alone now). I spoke with in fluent Greek. The asshole’s face faltered a tiny bit. Yeah didn’t think I’d understand what you were saying about me huh? “I’ll talk with you another time sir.”

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