"So class, please start by reading page thirty-two of your books." The professor at my university goes on, as my class starts. The professor looks as ancient as the old room we are all sat in, with his brown hair and beard, and very dated clothes that look like he hasn’t washed them in a while. I push my out of control, wavy brown hair over my shoulder, wishing I had tied it up this morning. It’s a hot day and the room is stuffy because of the lack of opened windows. I glance over at my best friend Alex, who has her head on an old desk, lightly snoring. I chuckle before kicking her leg and waking her up. She moves her waist length straight red hair off her face to glare at me.

"I was resting Win," she mutters hiding her eyes with her arm and huffing at me.

"The professor is here." I giggle, trying to whisper at her as she nearly falls off the side of the desk, while half asleep.

"Oh, what page?" She yawns, looking like she is going to drop off asleep already. I sigh remembering how she actually has a boyfriend to keep her up all night. I, on the other hand, can't find a good one. The last time I had a boyfriend was over a year ago and I found out he had a bad habit of sleeping around at parties.  The unfortunate way I found out was when I walked into his bedroom at his party, to find him in bed with two other girls. Let just say he has put me off men for life, or at least for a while.

"Thirty-two," I say rolling my eyes at her grin.

"I might nap instead, I had a long night." she winks.

"Don't rub it in." I groan.

"Well, you’re coming to Drake’s party this weekend and no you don't have a choice. I brought you a dress and I found you a date." She grins. I don’t know which one was worse about that sentence. The fact she has brought me a dress, which I know will be way too slutty for my style, or the unlucky guy she has found for me. I decide to go the second problem first.

"A date? You know I don't date." I hiss while she smiles.