"Yes, they called yesterday and I'm all sorted." I grin remembering jumping up down in happiness after the call. I had applied months ago and no one from our course was accepted, but I held hope as I hadn't been rejected. My back up was to work at a local farm, with half our class. Studying to become a vet is hard work and there isn't much available work experience.  This class is an English class and we have to pass it to stay at the university. That’s why Alex, who is a music student, is taking this class with me.

"That's great." she smiles widely, making a few guys next to us look at her. Alex is that very pretty girl you always wanted to be. She is tall with boobs and hips that are perfect, no matter what she eats. I look at a McDonald’s and my ass gets bigger. While as I’ve been told I'm pretty, I like my food too much, so I have curves, unlike my skinny ass best friend. My best quality is my shiny brown hair and blue eyes, which I have to admit suit my golden complexion.

We don't say anymore and get on with our work. At the end of class, I hand in my permission forms for the work experience, before finding Alex with her boyfriend, Drake, outside class.

"Hey, do you still need a lift?" I ask when I get close to them.

"Nope, thanks honey, I'm going to Drake’s but I will see you tomorrow to get ready for the party." she winks leaning against Drake. Drake is a good-looking guy but is strange-looking; honestly, he looks like a typical scary ass man. He has dark, nearly black eyes and black hair that’s cut in a buzz cut but he makes it work. I always thought that he must spend a lot of time in a gym or something because he is all muscles wearing expensive jeans. Alex has told me he is well off but I knew that anyway from the car he drives and designer clothes he wears. It's not just the looks and money; it's more how old he acts when he must be around twenty like us. Alex doesn't answer many questions about him but they have dated a while, so I'm guessing she really likes him.

"My friend is looking forward to your date," Drake says coldly in a slight Russian accent, yes he must be Russian but Alex says he not actually from there, his parents were apparently.

"Me too." I lie and frown at Alex's chuckle.

"I love you Win, never change," she says to me, as she gives me a hug before we wave goodbye. Drake doesn't say anything else but that's normal.