At Cambridge

A lot of things happened while I was at Cambridge. There were way too many thoughts and feelings and events and to simply note down, so I guess I'll tell the whole story. That's the only way it's going to make sense.
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5. Five

I get to history early the next day in another attempt to avoid Lucy the dark and mysterious roommate. I'm there even before Winnie. I'm in there for a little bit, just reading my text book when Mr Feyson walks in. He smiles at me as he unpacks his briefcase. I get that weird feeling of him being a friend who's a teacher rather than a teacher being a friend again which is strange because we're not even friends.

"Morning." he says, smiling that quirky smile of his as he organises some papers. "You're a bit eager."

"I have a weird roommate.She freaks me out." I tell him, shutting my text book.

He laughs. "I had a weird roommate when I was in university."

"When you were in university." I laugh. "You mean last year?" 

"Yes, last year, when I was in university." he nods, slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly. 

"I'm just saying, you say it like you're all old and wise and knowledgeable. You're literally only one step ahead of us in life, don't get all high and mighty yet." I say, smiling at him. 

"Alright, alright."

"How did you even get a job so soon? Like, here?" I ask. 

He shrugs. "I guess I did really well with my grades. They actually offered me the place."

"Ooooh, aren't you special?" I raise my eyebrows and he laughs. 

"So did you finish The Great Gatsby again?" he asks. 

I nod. "I sobbed and my roommate told me to shut up."

He winces. "That was nice of her."

I nod, laughing a little and then something occurs to me. 

"What's your name?" I ask curiously. 

He looks up from his papers at me, an eyebrow raised. "I'm not telling you."

"Why not?" 

"Because then you'll stop calling me Mr Feyson and I don't just want to be the dumb, young professor who is like everybody's friend."

"I won't stop calling you Mr Feyson." I promise. I so will. 

He sighs. "My name's Edward."

I nod. "So your mum's a fan of Twilight?" 

He stares at me. "What?" he asks, bluntly. 

I laugh. "I'm kidding."

He just stares at me for another moment and then laughs too, shaking his head. More students come in and he soon begins the lecture. I don't have a crush on him or anything like that, I just want to be friends with him but even that feels like something I have to keep a secret. 

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