The Literature class

As Noa walks through the dark oak hallways of her school that is becoming more like home she turns up the volume on her iPod.

'Love's a stranger' by Warhaus playing loudly in her ears, loud enough for passersby to hear exactly what song is making Noa bop her head. On her way to class thoughts about a certain British girl occupy her mind.

"Hey stranger!" her Dutch friend says while catching up with Noa.

"Hiya, how are you?" Noa wraps an arm around Julia and looks adoringly at her taller friend.

"I'm good, I would ask what you are listening to but the whole school already knows, so, what are you smiling about?"

"Nothing, I'm just enjoying my song. What class do you have?"

"None, actually. I'm on my way to the library to work on some homework. I still haven't finished the equations for maths and have to write half an essay for English." Julia complains. Moments after, they reach Noa's classroom.

"I will see you later, yeah? I will probably go to the library after class, will you still be there?"

"Probably, I will stay until you're there. Want to go to the shops for dinner with me when we're done?" Julia says, not being a fan of going out alone so always wanting her roommates companion.

"Yeah, we also need new snacks and I don't think we have a lot of kitchen towels either."

"We'll figure it out, you have to go, your lesson has started already." Julia lectures while giving a quick hug to her friend and walking off to the library to start on her big pile of homework.

"So your essay partners- Noa, you are... 15 minutes late. Again." Ms. Chambers said with an unamused look littering her face. "Take a seat, we are talking about microeconomics."

She added while pointing at an empty seat somewhere in the classroom.

"Yeah sorry, won't happen again." Noa said with not one ounce of sincerity.

"Don't make promises you can't keep... All right, so, as I was saying, your essay partners will be the person you are sitting next to. Unless you can agree on switching with other duos."

Noa didn't respond to the teacher's comment as she sat down. Knowing the teacher was right by assuming she would be late again. When sat she took a notepad out of her backpack and started writing down key-words that were written by Ms. Chambers on the whiteboard.

Noa turned her head to look at whomever was sitting next to her, it being, by her surprise, the literature student with whom she had the slightly weird encounter yesterday.

"You can switch, I'll go with whoever." Maeve said quietly so as not to disturb the class. Only looking up for a small moment, not really looking at Noa's reaction. Which was a frown.

"I'm good." Noa replied and tore off a piece of paper from her notepad. Scribbling her number down, putting her name under it and sliding it onto the brunette's desk, who took it and stuffed it in her pocket after taking a glance at it. The black-haired girl now lifted her hand and held it open, waiting for Maeve to put her number in it.

"What?" Maeve said roughly. Her accent clearly detectable. After getting no reaction from the French girl beside her she gave in and wrote her number down as well. Slapping it into her essay-partner's hand, accompanied by an almost inaudible 'dickhead'.

Noa smirked to herself and stuffed the newly acquired phone number in her jacket pocket.

Maeve sighed in defeat and let her head fall into her hands. Knowing this was going to be the hardest essay she had ever had to write.