Our Eternal Ruin (Auslly)

3. Lamb

If it looks like a rat, smells like a rat, and talks like a rat, it's probably a freaking rat.

~Ally~

"Name?" The guy at Registration didn't look up, merely paused as his fingers hovered over the iPad.

I'd woken up at seven so I could make early registration at eight.

Tables were lined outside the Student Center in prison-like fashion. At least twenty upperclassman stood in front of the tables with packets and bored expressions.

"Ally," I answered. He let out an irritated sigh. "There are over thirty-five thousand students on this campus, and you want me to look you up by your first name, Ally?"

"Sorry. Uh... Dawson, Ally Dawson. Well actually it might be under Allyson Dawson, I don't know what my uncle—" I awkwardly stop when I realise he isn't listening anymore.

He typed away. "Well, Dawson, Allyson Dawson, it looks like you're registered for nineteen credits and have yet to decide on a major." What was he? A profiler?

"That's right." I leaned back on my heels and cleared my throat. He still didn't look up.

"Hmm..." His hands moved fluidly over the screen. "Alright, I'm sending your schedule to your school email." He set the iPad down and grabbed a packet. "Campus map, mailbox number, student email, everything you need is in this package. If you have any questions, you can ask your RA."I hoped he meant resident adviser, because if he meant something else I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Okay." I took the packet he thrust in my face. "What about my student ID card?"

"Next!" He lifted his head and shot me another irritated glance.

"Excuse me." I stood my ground. "Where do I get my student ID card?"

His shoulders slumped. "Look, Allyson, I have a line of a few hundred students, I said everything you need to know is in your packet, so look in your packet. If you have questions, ask your RA."

"We..." He pointed at himself then at me. "...are finished here."

What the hell was his problem?

I wasn't sure if I was embarrassed or just irritated. Cursing, I held the packet to my chest and stomped off. I turned around to send him one last seething glare and ran smack dab into a tree.

Or at least it felt like a tree.

But trees weren't warm.

And they didn't have one, two, three, four, six, eight? No not eight, but definitely a six pack.

Furthermore, had I actually been feeling said person's six pack? And, dear God, I was counting. I had touched each muscle. And great, my hand was still firmly placed against the guy's stomach.

I jerked my hand back and closed my eyes.

"Were you just counting my abs?" His voice sounded amused. It also sounded like a movie star voice, the type that makes you want to jump into the TV screen.

I took my lower lip between my teeth and thought about what to say. Well, there really was no way out of it. I nodded. "Sorry, I just..." I shouldn't have looked. If I could go back in time, I would have. I had no idea that one look would devastate me. Weeks from now I would regret that one look, for one reason and one reason only.