Alan

A sharp beeping broke the silence and peacefulness of the warm morning. I groaned and rolled over, my hand scrabbling against the wooden side table. Finding my phone, I opened my bleary eyes and checked the time before reading the text.

Diana: Talk to Andy about his new toy, ASAP. P.S. Good morning!

I squinted, trying to decipher what she meant. I texted back, my fingers stumbling over the keys.

Alan: Whay did ypu mrab?

I shuffled into a new position on my back and sighed as I felt the bright rays of sunshine fall in from Phil's window. Being half past nine, Phil had exited the dorm for the morning, without even bothering to wake me up and tell me to get going. A reply beeped through on my phone and I forced my eyes open a bit more as to aid myself in reading.

Diana: Don't you have autocorrect? Ask Andy about Evie, I think her name is. He's dumped Jess.

I closed my eyes, not more drama. I sent another reply,

Alan: Teah yeah. See you later then.

A knock sounded upon the door and I dragged myself out of bed to answer it, throwing my phone on the bed and praying it didn't ring or beep or make any unnecessary noise.

'Hello?' I croaked, opening the door and rubbing an eye with the back of my hand. Andy was standing on the other side, looking shocked. Whether it was to my answering the door or that I was in only boxers, I didn't know.

'Just the guy I wanted to see.' I mumbled, grabbing his upper arm and dragging him inside, kicking the door shut. 'Sit,' I said, waving my hand in the general direction of Phil's bed.

'How often does your roommate take a hit?' Andy asked, his nose wrinkling as he was confronted with the strong smell. I picked up a shirt from the floor and pulled it on, shorts soon following.

'I don't know - does it matter?'

'Yes, it -'

'Shh,' I cut Andy off, 'you've seriously pissed off a pair of girls. My roommate's drugs have nothing on that. Now, tell me about Evie.'

'I don't know an Evie.' Andy looked puzzled, and I heard my phone yet again beep. I picked it up and saw Diana's newest text.

Diana: Ivy! Her name is Ivy!

'Ivy, then.' I said, snapping the phone closed. Andy stayed quiet.

'Come on, my girlfriend's been texting me since nine thirty about this.'

'It's only nine forty, calm down.' Andy said, moving to sit cross-legged on the bed, his back resting against the wall.

'Whatever,' I snapped, fixing him with a glare. 'Who's Ivy?'

'Look, Alan, your girlfriend doesn't need to get caught up in this. It's between Jessica and I. She's fine with it - I asked her permission beforehand.' Andy said, standing up and walking over to the door. 'I don't want to hear another word about this, it's becoming silly. I doubt that Jessica would want her friends coming up and confronting me about what is her business.'

With that, Andy left the room, before peaking his head back in and saying,

'Phil really does need to watch it. I won't bust him because I like you guys, but professors aren't so lenient.'

I nodded my head, ambling over to the kitchenette to fix myself some food. After a sparse breakfast, I continued on to my first wave of classes for the day. As I walked towards biochemistry, I remembered the paper that I had done on it was back in my dorm room, across campus. Placing my books down on the my respective table, I checked my watch to see that I had five minutes before class started - a hard sprint there and back. I started running, pumping my arms and dodging the people wandering around. I almost tripped up the stairs, the result of which would be falling flat on my face. I grabbed my paper which was laying on my side table, and sprinted back again, almost colliding into Diana who was on her way up.

'Dinner at seven?' I shouted up at her as I scurried past.

She paused, looking down at me. She smiled before saying, 'Sure thing.'