I woke up and threw my shiny, dirty-blonde hair in a messy bun. Time to go learn about US history, I sighed, dragging myself through my morning avocado toast. Don't get me wrong, I'm not like the other girls who run after boys and wear too much makeup - I love the subject and can debate the impact of James Polk on the rise of the Kardashians, but the professor bores me to DEATH! After assuring my pale skin and emerald orbs are still presentable, I drag myself to class. But this time, I'm greeted with a surprise .

I saw his caramel skin glowing against his tight crew neck that showed off his stoned biceps. We made eye contact as he slicked back his luscious dark locks. When his big brown eyes locked with mine, I saw a glimpse of a soul that I knew that perfectly matched mine. Suddenly, I was overcome with butterflies, a feeling that I never had before.

Who is he? I must find out.

Once reality hit me again, I realized that this handsome stranger was my new TA.

There's no way I'm going to learn in this class.