All for what?

To:Griffincaleb@gmail.com

From:Skylarlodge@gmail.com

Re:Therapy

That must have hurt to find out the way you did. What did your parents say? What did you do?

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"Hey, wake up!"

I turn to my other side groggily.

"You are going to be late for your first day," Amelia says louder.

"Fuck me," I wake up with a start, my eyes making a direct beeline for Amelia's pink clock on her side of the wall.

6:49. Shit!! I have a 7am class which I will be late for.

Quickly getting out of bed I start rummaging through my side of the room.

"What are you looking for?"

"My shower basket l," I replied, still looking.

"You mean the shower basket that you kept by the door so you will easily spot them in the morning?" She asks plopping on her bed.

"Thanks," I called out, taking the stuff and racing to the bathroom down at the end of the hallway.

Taking the quickest shower I have ever taken, I wrap a towel and run back to get dressed.

6:55. I am already dressed in my black leggings, a grey hoodie that is a little too big for my frame as I stole it from my brother- a person I have been considering my brother accurately speaking, underneath I had on a sports bra and paired it with my worn out black Vans.

"Good luck," Amelia called as I raced out of the room to make it in time .

"Thanks," I yell back skipping down the stairs and out of the FSCH wondering why she was awake this early while she had her class later in the day, and who the hell schedules a seven am class on a freaking Friday or any day for that matter.

Panting I make it to class only 10 minutes after 7am. Pushing the door open, I hope the class has yet to start, I am already behind in the semester as it is. I can't fall further behind.

"Thank you Ms. Lodge for gracing us with your presence,"the lecture at the front of the class says sarcastically.

I get a bit flustered having the whole class staring at me, wondering if it will be a wrong idea to go back to bed.

"Take a seat," he continues.

Quickly shuffling to the only available seat at the middle of what looks like a half circle, I take a seat.

"I am prof. Avon, but call me Liam. As I was saying for the remainder of the semester we will be majoring in practicals, get to know your partners well and find a flow between you two that you will need to pass this class," he picks up right where he left off.

Two hours pass by quickly with me even more confused than when I got here, and afraid to ask him to repeat.

Everyone starts to leave the class and I sit there for a minute or two wondering if it's too late to go back to my original course.

"Hey,"

"Hi?"

"Am Danny, wanna grab coffee?" He asks, standing beside my desk.

"I …Uuuh," I am speechless. I have no clue on what to say. My knowledge to this kind of situation is as good as a toddler's.

"Oh no! I don't mean it like that," he quickly says when he notices my relatance. Am I not good looking enough or?

"For the partnership, to get to know each other better," he corrected .

"Ooh! You are my partner. Thank goodness I had no idea how I would locate you. Yes, coffee sounds great," I quickly reply, getting up, thankful that at least this is going great.

"Am Skylar by the way," I add as we leave the lecture halls.

"Skylar lodge. Yes I am aware," he says.

I look at him.

"Darington college is not a big place; we rarely get transfer students in the middle of the semester, and I have your details from the class," he explains.

"Ooh!" I hum acknowledging the facts.

"I noticed you looked a bit lost during class," he comments, opening the door to the café the smell of coffee instantly hitting me and making my stomach rumble.

"Was it that obvious?" I was embarrassed at the fact that the whole class knew I had no idea about the class.

"Why don't you go see Liam and have him catch you up,"

"He seems really scary," we stand in line to order.

"Not really. Just seems that way at first. He is really nice, one of the best lecturers here,"

I order a decaf and some croissants while he orders a cappuccino and a muffin. We occupy a seat by the window.

"Everyone is already ahead and we need to catch up if we want to stand a chance at nailing this class," he begins talking.

I nod.

He continues talking about what we need to pass this sea delicacies unit. Everything he says goes into one ear and out in the other.

We spend thirty minutes planning our schedule to have time to practice and perfect the project.

"I have to go. I have a hockey meeting to attend before my next class," he gets up.

"Am also heading that way," I say quickly catching up to him.

"You play hockey?"

"Used to. I want to get back into playing," I replied.

Walking all the way to the other side of campus where the fields and sport facilities are located, we arrive just when Coach Evans begins the meeting.

After everything that happened it felt right to start afresh in a new place that offered things that I loved, and just to be accepted here in the middle of the semester was only luck that I am absolutely thankful for.

An hour goes by with the coaches prepping us of the season's requirements and the need to share the facilities as most of the facilities were under repairs.

I see coach Jenkins, the female hockey coach,walking to the locker room area, and immediately follow here.

"Coach!" I call out catching up to her as she enters the building.

"Yes?" She doesn't stop walking.

"Am Skylar. I had written to you hoping to join the hockey team,"

"The girls locker room is leaking so I am going to go straight to the point. The playoffs are only a week away, I can't manage to take on a new player to start training no matter how good they were in middle school,"she says, stressing the middle school part.

"Of course, But I will do my best to catch up to the team for the next season," I say, a little sad.

"Great. On Tuesday I want to see you on the ice and see if you are cut out?" She says walking away.

The girls hockey team has never won a match since it started and this is last season they have to prove that they can do it. This is information that I got as a whispered rumor in the administration office while I was signing up. And it will be horrible to have switched school for hockey only for the game to no longer be in service here.

A ping from my phone brings me back from my thoughts.

Danny: hurry will be late for class.

Shit!! Had already forgotten about class. Fast walking I try to make it out of the building to where Danny was waiting for me, only to collide with a wall- a hard yet soft wall of muscles and go tumbling down to the floor. My ass hitting the ground with a thud.

Ouch!! I have to fight the urge to reach out and rub my ass.

I look back to the wall that I collided into. Starting from the ground. Planted on the floor were two Nike cladded feet. Trailing up the slightly hair legs, covered thighs with shorts, a well toned torso. I could see the abs picking out from the too tight vest shirt. A gym bag hanging from one of his shoulders crossed against the chest and hanging off his opposite hip.

His face… his face looked immaculate, with his slightly wet hair dripping in the vest, cupid shaped full lips and his eyes.. dark so dark they look like an abyss. The golden tone of his skin is a perfect match for his obsidian eyes. He looked so beautiful. Angel like even. My fingertips itched to run through his hair and find out if it was as soft as it looked.

"Take a picture, it will last longer," a smirk forms on his lips.

Slightly embarrassed for getting caught staring, I get off the floor.

"Never learnt the common courtesy of saying sorry and helping out?" I bit back a little more sharply than I would have wanted.

"Only a fool doesn't know how to walk while looking where they're going,"