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University is difficult, well is not difficult, per se, but it has a lot of things that makes university boring, hard and a nightmare to some students.
For James Taylor, university is not difficult nor hard. He actually likes studying, almost everybody calls him a "fucking nerd" but he doesn't care. He wants to make his parents proud, even if they're not alive to see him become a fine young man.
The only thing that James would want to change would be what kind of university he goes.
He would be fine in other university instead of the one he is right now. But, oh well, he can't exactly call the shots for that. The university is not the problem, per se, the teachers are good (if by good, James refers to them not saying anything or them pretending that James is "rich" and is not just there because of a scholarship, then yes; the teachers are good), the classes are excellent; the only problem was the students.
Not all students (althought some of them make comments about him), just...a few students. A specific group of students. (He should have seen it coming, to be honest. It was an Elite University in which he got admitted to, sooo...)
(The only good thing about this, is that his best friend: Susan Cortez, was there with him. They have been friends since they were kids and their parents knew each other. Susan's parents were also the people who took care of him after his parent's death)
The specific group of people, were just arrogant, rich jerks who didn't know anything else except making his life a living fucking hell. Specially, their group leader. Their leader was exactly, no, not exactly; he was the worst human being James had encountered in his entire life. He was the most arrogant, narcissistic, self-centered jerk, James had known.
(And James had read books about other people with those characteristics)
But William Davies was off charts. That man was...James didn't know what other characteristic or names he could call William except that he was a giant prat, a jerk, among other things.
And that he also was a bit weird.
Because William has an obsession in pushing James's nerves to the limits and also slamming James into walls or calling him a 'puppy' in that tone that makes something in James's stomach flutter (James hopes is disgust because even thought no women had ever called his attention, he was not gay and even if he was, he wouldn't fall in love with William); or at least James sees it that way.
Or maybe is not an obsession at all and those things are just install in the minds of royalty.
Another day, another morning in which James wishes he could change university; but he doesn't want to be seen as ungrateful to the people who took care of him and to the people whom James sees as family. With a sigh and a yawn, James takes his glasses from the nightstand that was on the left side of his bed and stands up to go to the bathroom to do his things.
Forty minutes later, he and Susan arrived at their living hell...I mean school thanks to Susan's parents who everyday drive them to their university because neither James nor Susan drive. Even thought Susan is eighteen and James is nineteenth.
With a sigh, James began walking to the entrance of the university with Susan at his side listening to her talk about the project they had to do for next week while he at times gave her his opinion. He liked talking to Susan, she was one of the nicest and sweetest person James could have ask for a friend.
When they're inside the building, they both walked to their lockers and start putting some of their things inside while also grabbing some notebooks for the classes they had to take.
"I'll see you in class, yes?" Susan said as she closes her locker with her books pressed to her chest looking at him with a smile
James nods pausing what he's doing to look at her to give her a small smile. She's the only person who could get him to smile after his parents died "Yes, I'm almost finish here. You can go ahead, Susan" nodding at her with a smile he goes back to the thing he was doing after he saw her walked away towards the hallway that was gonna get her to their class.
While he was finishing putting his things in the locker and was about to lock it, a hand appeared next to his head and stamped the door closed loudly making James jump clutching his books closer to his chest while turning around to see who that was although James knew exactly who the person was.
William Davies. The soon to be crowned Baron and his tormentor since day one.
"What are you doing, you bastard" James said with an annoyed tone looking at William clenching his books more against him as he tries and fails to control the trembling of his hands knowing perfectly that William is noticing as always.
He again wishes he could change the university in which he could study.
"Now, now, what's that tone, puppy? Should I get you a leash so that I can train you on how to be a good boy for me?" William says with a smirk on his face noticing how James's knuckles began to turn white as he gripped his books closer to stop them from trembling
James glares at him and with all the strength he has, he pushes William away from him watching how he keep tumbles a bit surprise but then he just smirks like nothing happened "Fuck you, asshole" he doesn't like saying bad words but Williams deserves every one of them. Ignoring William, James just puts his glasses right again on his face and walks rapidly to get away from William for a few seconds because, to his bad luck, William and his friend group is also in the same lectures as him.