One thing that is nice about colleges, is the fact that no one gives a fuck. No one gave a fuck when I entered the university premises without an ID. When I bumped a proctor, he looked at me and shrugged as he grumbled how this day is the worst. I can't blame him, today's a Monday.
When the bell rang, I entered the nearest room where other students are entering. It was a lecture hall for something about Mars. Not that I care anything about the topic. I sat down in the middle and surveyed the people around the room.
I expected cliques of students to be present in the room. But I find myself having a hard time looking for them. What I expected to be jocks are surprisingly attentive to the lesson. The same goes for the girls with inch deep make-ups. And of course, the geeks and the nerds are listening as well. Although, not as focused as the other group.
Suddenly, someone tapped me on my shoulders. I looked beside me and saw a black haired teen who looks like he's still in middle school.
"You're new around here aren't you?" He said with a nasally yet baritone voice. Weird.
"Maybe I am. Maybe not. What's it to you?"
"You're new. I knew it."
"Wait. How do you know?"
"First, I haven't seen your face 'round this parts. And second, look beside you."
It was the lecturer. He's staring at me, hellfire is present in those bloodshot eyes.
"I don't know who you are young man but that does not rob me the right to ask you to leave this room right this instant! Leave."
Before I could even stand up, the lecturer berated again. Although, it's not directed for me.
"Mr. Terrance I saw and heard you whispering with this unknown delinquent. I know that you're an excellent student but that does not mean you're immune from punishments."
As I left, this Terrance guy followed be. When we closed the doors, he grabbed my hand and lead me through the hallways. We ran through the courtyard, up a spiraling staircase and finally stopping atop a desolate rooftop.
"His lesson is boring anyways." Terrence said. "People call me T."
"And you can call me Ian. So why'd you bring me here?"
"I have an intuition that you're an extraordinary guy. And besides, I know that you don't study here. No ID, unkempt hair, and you don't exist in the school records."
"School records? You memorized the whole school records?"
He tapped his head. "Photographic memory."
"That's kind of amazing."
"Until you remember your embarrassing moments in great detail."
"So what do you want to do now?"
"You know, I should be the one asking you that question."