"And then she said..."

"No!"

"Yes!"

"I don't believe you..."

I tuned out my friends as they chattered to one another. We were walking through the math building of the university, with me in the front, heading towards our calculus class.

There were four of us making our way down the hallway; myself, my best friend Li, and her friends Stephanie and Lucian.

"There's only one explanation--" Lucian started.

"She's a rotted whore?" Li cut in.

I snorted and led the way through the open doorway of the calculus room.

"That's not what I was going to say...that's kinda mean..." Lucian intoned weakly.

"It's true though." Li replied stonily.

You see, Li is my best friend, and has been so since the seventh grade when some dorkwad kid called me a name and she punched him in the nose. Li is about 5'5, 120 pounds soaking wet, but no one in their right mind messes with her.

It's why I love her so much.

"I am so glad you love me." I chimed in, turning and kissing Li on the cheek before flopping into the desk I'd chosen: the one in the back corner, furthest from the professor, up against the window.

"You better be." She countered, smiling prettily before turning back around to verbally assault Lucian and Stephanie over something stupid that one of our classmates had decided to do.

I let their playful banter wash over me, my mind floating off to elsewhere, only coming back to see someone walk into the classroom.

My eyes widened slightly when I recognized the person in question; a male student, he was a grade ahead of us despite being our age. I knew him well...or rather, I knew of him well. You see, I have had a crush on him since the first day I saw him in our physics class last year.

His name is Raziel King, and he's the single most beautiful human being in existence. Well, I think so anyway; most of the more judgemental people don't, he's easily over six feet tall, his hair is crimson and cut in emo fashion, with long bangs swept across his face, his eyes are also crimson through the use of colored contacts. He always wears black, a tight black shirt of some sort, and matching bondage pants with colorful stitching. Today he is wearing a tight plain black t-shirt over longsleeved acid green mesh, and black bondage pants with similarly neon green stitching.

"Aww...has widdwe Iain noticed his boyfwiend Raz?" Li whispered mockingly in my ear.

"I will punch you in the thorax, you aging drag queen..." I threatened, glaring daggers at the petite asian.

"Oooh, temper temper, you lisping streetwalker." She countered, smiling brightly.

"Ugh...I give up on you, consider yourself shunned." I groused.

"I love you too, Iain darling." She replied in a chipper manner.

The professor then walked in, and I took the opportunity to cast one last glance at my gothic love interest before turning all of my attention to the teacher.

One and a half hours of derivatives, asymptotes, and evil equations later, the bell to leave finally rang.

"Whose idea was it to take freaking calculus??" I griped, rubbing my scalp slightly as I gathered my notebook and textbook neatly and placing them perfectly in my messenger bag and double checking to make sure they were in their exact spots.

"It would be easier on you if you didn't have to rewrite notes every five seconds because you messed something up and refuse to use an eraser." Li deadpanned.

"They leave ugly marks!" I defended.

"So does your mama, but you don't hear us complaining." Li returned.

"What us, Lucian and Stephanie left us behind." I informed her.

"Lucian has dress rehearsals for the musical, and Stephanie has a date with Svetlana at four." Li told me.

I sighed with the realization that everyone except for me had a life.

"Don't worry, I freed my schedule up just so I could spend tonight with you, watching old romance movies and tragedies, crying my eyes out, and eating like a moose." She said to me consolingly.

I smiled softly and picked up my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and walking blindly out of the classroom, and you know what happens when you don't pay attention to where you're going?

You run into people.

My exact thoughts as I ran into the firm chest of someone, obviously male. I nearly fell over, and was narrowly saved from the fate of my ass hitting the floor by the arms of the person I'd run into.

I stuttered a muffled apology into the chest of my obstacle slash savior.

"No problem." A deep voice intoned, and I squeaked when I heard that voice, because I know that voice.

That voice belongs to one person.

And it doesn't take a genius to realize who this person was.

It will however take a genius to figure out my next move here.

Why do these things always happen to me?

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A/n: Another short prelude to a new story.

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