Jonathan Maxwell was
thankful that he had moved into a dorm for the semester.
“You be good, John.
Come home for the usual holidays,” his father reminded him, patting his son on
the back. The black-haired man could only nod and gave his father one last
smile before the older man left, Jonathan heaving a relieved sigh and falling
back into his bed. Jesus. The old man would never give him a break.
“Oi, Johnny boy! You in
there or what?”
“Come in, Parker.”
Almost immediately a blonde boy burst into the room, grinning widely and
wheeling in a giggling brunette. Jonathan raised a brow. “Who’s this lovely
miss you stole away from the eatery?”
“This,” Parker
announced, “is Celia.” Celia wasn’t bad-looking at all. She was definitely
shorter than Jonathan’s 5’11, blonde curls bouncing off her shoulders, tips a
faded blue. “Celia and I hooked up this summer – ow!”
“Okay, okay.” He winked
at Jonathan, “Met Celia in the countryside. Turns out she’d study here too, so
why the hell not?”
“It’s great to meet you,
Jonathan,” Celia beamed at him, and they shook hands. “What’re you taking up?”
“Economics,” the man
replied. “Going to be a banker.”
“Johnny boy’s into the
boring stuff,” Parker interrupted, yawning loudly to emphasize. “Nothing like
good old Architecture to get you really in. Coffee and noodles have been my
best friend since first year.”
“That’s old American
bullshit, you know.”
“Yeah, I know. But what
else can I get? Your lucky ass is loaded and shit,” Parker looked at Celia, “Maxwell here is loaded. I’m surprised he’s even going to college.”
Jonathan gave a hard
look. “Education isn’t that easy to come across.”
“I agree, cut him some
slack.” Celia elbowed Parker, “Besides, it’s going to help him get richer in
the future. Didn’t you tell me he nearly got perfect in his A-levels?”
“Christ, Celia, don’t
tell him that-”
“It’s not exactly an
achievement,” Jonathan muttered sheepishly, pink dusting his cheeks.
“To me, it is. Nearly
banged up mine – that’s what I like in a guy – intelligence. Not that I’m flirting
when I have this goof,” she smirked at Parker, who had the decency to grin,
“He’s enough for me.”
“You’re sweet, babe.
Wanna head out with us, Jonathan? Go out for some lunch?”
Jonathan looked back at
his room, currently undecorated.
Ah, blast it.
“I’m game.”
