When You Left.

When Rules Are Needed.

Pietyr was excited. Which was very rare for him to be. He woke up by his alarm, signaling him that is was 6:00 am. He quickly took his clean clothes and went to take a shower. Pietyr enters the bathroom to only see his house mate rapped in a towel brushing her teethes.

"Oh sorry! I'll come back later." Feeling himself blushing.

Alex spits and looked up at him. "No, I already finished. I'll get ready in my room." She passed him and left behind her dirty clothes laying in the bathroom floor, beauty products and wet hair in the sink. Pietyr sights in defeat and started to get ready. When Pietyr finally left the bathroom, Alex was just closing the door behind her, she was on her way to the university. He went to the kitchen to see the dirty dishes she left. Francesca always order Simon and Pietyr to clean for them self, so their house was always spotless. Pietyr checked his watch. It was 6:25 am his first class starting at 7 sharp. He went on and made himself a nutritional breakfast, and then cleaned his dirty dishes, and his house mates too. It was 6:45 am he was late. Pietyr run all the way to the university to take a few minutes to find his class. When he was about to open the door, another voice called out his attention. It was a boy running towards him. He catches up with his breathing when the guy made it.

"Thanks for waiting for me. If we enter together the professor would not humiliate us to hard." He fixed his chocolate hair and smiled to him.

They both enter the class room which was like a theatre to him. The guy was right, the professor didn't humiliate them to hard. The woman in glasses looked at her wrist watch. "You're late. I was strictly clear in my email to be here five minutes early today."

"We're so sorry professor, but we got a bit lost finding the classroom." The guy said.

The professor waved her hand at them, so they can just take a seat. They sit together, and he leans over Pietyr.

"Told you, she wouldn't humiliate us. And hi, my name is Matthew Gonzalez." Matthew extended his hand to him.

"Pietyr Snow."

"Wow, you're British? You don't look like one."

"I'm not-"

"Do you want to share your conversation with the rest of the class, boys?" The professor asked, all the other students laughing and murmuring stuff to one and other.

"We apologize professor." Pietyr said.

"You're British?"

On Mondays, Pietyr had four classes. The first one he took-and came late- was History of Arts, the other ones were English and Photography. Pietyr favorite class was Introduction to Painting. Along the way Pietyr took three of his classes with Matthew.

When Pietyr had his free time during the day, he went to the cafeteria to buy himself lunch. He was peacefully eating his turkey sandwich when Matthew and a girl sit down with him.

"Hey Pietyr, I want you to meet my girl, Pasclina. Pasclina, meet my friend Pietyr."

"Nice to meet you Pasclina." Pietyr said.

"Bonjour, ravi de vous rencontrer aussi." The table went silence.

"Umm same to you." Pietyr smiled sweetly at her, praying that she didn't asked him any questions.

Matthew chatted or rather tried chatting with the girl. Pietyr was amused by it, so he sticks around longer. Pasclina gave a peck to Matthew's lips, said something to him and went away.

"I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand French. Matthew do you mined translating all your conversation to me." Pietyr chuckled. Matthew let out a nervous laugh. "I'll be honest with you. I understand shit of what she said."