"What?!" Tasha burst into laughter as Alex stared at the list in front of him. The professor from his first day and class at college had kept to her words and had sent out a list of projects for the students that missed her class on the first day. The only problem was that Alex's name was the first on the list. Tasha had rushed to class to tell him he was included. He initially dismissed it and concluded she was joking but as he noticed her look grew more serious with every second, he had to get on his feet to actually check the list himself. And to his great surprise, his name truly was the first on the list. "This is ridiculous," he said to a still laughing Tasha. It was amusing to her how the tides had quickly changed from him laughing and her being the serious one. "Is there perhaps another Alex Croft in our year?" "Even if there was," she replied, obviously still holding back her laughter. "Would you both have the same ID number? Look, it's exactly yours." "But I attended h

“What are you doing here?” The look of shock seemed to have vanished from Seb’s face now replaced with one of mischief. He was in a faded tshirt and had shorts on with his hair falling all over his face making it obvious it was still wet from a recent washing. Alex literally gulped. “I literally should be the one asking you that,” he replied Alex, folding his arms. “What are you doing at my house?” “Your ho-house?” Alex was already stuttering. “How is this your house? This is supposed to be-” “Alex! You’re here!” Seb shifted to reveal Victoria waving and walking excitedly towards them. Alex heaved a little sigh of relief on spotting her and anticipated her saving him from the fast brewing uncomfortable situation. “Do you know him?” “Do you know him?”“Wait a sec, do you guys know each other?” Victoria burst into laughter as the trio simultaneously asked each other questions. “Okay we need to all chill out and you know-” “I’m at the right place, right?” Alex flashed his ph

"Shit." Alex said the word out loud staring at himself in the mirror with his toothbrush in his hand. He had woken up by his normal wake up time- few minutes past seven and immediately got into the bathroom to get ready. He decorated his toothbrush with toothpaste, mentally picked his outfit of the day including his footwear and was about to have his toothbrush roam his mouth when he realized he didn't ask Seb the time they were to meet up. Mentally groaning, he walked back into his room and unplugged his phone from the charger. With his toothbrush in his left hand and phone in his right, he texted him. Alex: Good morning... Alex: I forgot to ask yesterday. When should we meet up? He waited for a few seconds and on getting no reply, sent his toothbrush into his mouth. It went in circles, Alex's eyes doing the same as he waited for a reply. He didn't get any and when he was finally done with brushing and washing his face, he resorted to calling him. The phone rang a couple o

Picking a book from his newly furnished and stocked shelf, Alex grabbed his backpack and prepared to step out of his room. He walked and switched off the lights, mentally marvelling on how the room now looked and commending himself for a job well done. The previous night was an exhausting one and as he remembered how he initially struggled with getting the wallpaper in place, it reminded him of just how hard he tried to get the memories of the day out of his mind. Brushing the thoughts away, he gave his new wallpaper a final pat and stepped out. Immediately shutting the door behind him, he walked through the hallways and quickened his steps on getting to the edge of the stairs. He had gotten used to skipping the stairs heading to the down floor every morning to meet his aunt and cousin. They were always seated and it seemed like waiting for him had become a routine for them- his aunt, waiting with smiles and his cousin waiting with a new mischievous look on his face. He was finall

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Alex threw his phone on the bed, panicking. He ran his hands through his hair continuously, cursing at intervals. After a while of panicking and pacing around the room, he finally paused to take deep breaths. Inhale, exhale, repeat. Folding his arms, he took slow steps as he walked towards his bed. Though buried under sheets, he could still see his phone and like it was waiting for his arrival, it beeped signalling a new text message. He could feel a new wave of panic rush through him. Slowly and even more slowly, he stretched his arm forward and reached for his phone. On reaching it, he slightly closed his eyes then turned it on to see what text message he had received again. It was a message from Victoria. Victoria: Hii Victoria: I’m done with my part of the project. You? Victoria: if you’re also done, let’s meet tomorrow at my place to finalize it? Alex could have cried. If only he had finished just five minutes later he wouldn’t have had t