Here they are!" Lacey called.
"You guys are having a make out session!" Dean said, a little louder then needed.
"A brilliant observation, Einstein," Landon said, annoyed at their interruption.
"Nothing gets by him," Anne muttered. And Landon chuckled.
"Were you guys drinking?" Blake asked. "No! At least, I wasn't..." Anne said, looking suspiciously at Landon.
"Hey, we're adults here. It's not like I'm a teenager!" He said defensively.
Anne sighed. "I am not going to make out with an intoxicated person."
"I'm not intoxi... Antioxi-intoxicateded," he said in a way that would have been believable, had it not been for his blunder.
"Say supercalafragalisticexpialadocius," Dean said.
"That's not fair, I can't even say it when I'm sober," Landon whined. "You said it to Blake and I earlier," Dean grinned.
Everyone looked at him. "What? It's not like I'd kiss a drunk girl either,"
"No offence, but I have a feeling you have the ability to sober a girl long enough for her to think "no way am I jumping on this piece of action"," Anne said smirking.
He fake gasped and clenched a hand to his heart. "That hurt me right here,"
"You're not denying it,"
"I didn't say it wasn't true, just that it hurt," Dean conceded with a sly smile. "But enough about me! Poor Landon probably thought he was going to get laid tonight, but alas, the fates have decided to mock him instead. Well I for one am not just going to stand around and let him take all the heat," He looked around at all of us. "Brethren, join me in the resurrection of Landon's dignity, in the battle of the bar, the dance floor, and quite possibly the puke bags!"
They all looked at him poker faced for a moment.
He shrugged. "Fine, I'll drink by myself. CHARGE!!" The last bit made Lacey and Ava jump.
They all looked at each other. "What the hell," Anne said, mirroring everyone's thoughts. After all, they were officially college students.
"Dean, wait up!" Called Blake.
"Yes!! I knew you wouldn't let me down," he said grinning.

Now, in the memories of everyone present it was mostly a blacked out blur, but for your entertainment, I will elaborate. I think it happened in this order:
3:Landon and Anne kissed again.
6:Blake almost kissed a girl until he remembered he's gay.
4:Lacey almost kissed a girl until she remembered she's not gay.
2:Ava almost drowned when she tried to go swimming.
8:Dean told everyone a huge and completely embarrassing secret.
5: Anne punched... Wait, you wanted to hear Dean's secret? Be patient. Omg, it's really funny though.
Okay, I'm as lost as them. At least I don't get the hangover tomorrow, though.

"Oh. My. God." Landon yawned, reaching up and rubbing his temples.
"Who knew a college hangover would hurt this much," Dean said sitting up.
"Our first college hangover," Landon grinned.
"Yep, college hangovers- what time is it?" Dean said, hurrying to find his phone.
"Crap, it's 8:54,"
"What time is our first class?"
"9:00,"
"Crap, crap, crap. Get up and change like lightning,"
They got up and dressed quicker then they thought they could until this day. Running down the hall, they chorused many different and very original swears of which I am not going to repeat. Some of them due to their tardiness, most of them due to their hangover.
When they opened the classroom door at 9:10 the professor stopped his lecture and looked at them.
"Good day, gentleman. Thank you for joining us this morning. As I told the others, I am Professor Fricks, and I will not tolerate tardiness in this class. Are we clear?"
"Yes, Professor," Dean said.
"Good, you may take a seat,"
They sat down and sighed, glad to be out of the spotlight.
"Brilliant first impression, you guys," Blake said from behind them. Both of them jumped.
"Jesus lord almighty, Blake. You scared the hell out of me," Landon hissed.
Blake shrugged. "Sorry,"
Neither of them dared say anymore, for fear of having to face Professor Fricks, who, as you can imagine, already has a new nickname. Not that it was that original. He wasn't a very well liked professor.

Lacey sat down in her seat in English class. Her head was throbbing, she had already taken some Advil, she hoped it would work soon. Despite her hangover and her extremely strong desire to stay in bed, she had gotten up. Knowing if she didn't she would regret it.
Luckily English was a strong suit of hers, there was no way she could mess it up, I mean, what could happen that would- "alright, thank you all for coming and welcome to English 101," said her professor. First observation, he was incredibly young. Maybe mid- twenties. Second observation, he was HOT. He looked a bit like Andrew Garfield but in his own way.
Great, she thought to herself, you jinxed it.

After several minutes professor Dawson asked the class "is the following statement grammatically correct?
"Sandra Perkins went to Africa to photograph ox's.","
Lacey raised her hand, as did several others, this was a pretty simple one.
"Yes, you. What is your answer, ms...?"
"Dickinson,"
He looked bewildered for a moment. "Dick in son?" He asked.
Lacey felt the blood fill her face. She was mortified.
"Dickinson, professor," she replied in a small voice. Now he seemed to get it.
"Oh, my apologize, ms Dickinson. What is your answer?"
"It is incorrect sir, the correct sentence would be "Sandra Perkins went to Africa to photograph oxen."," she said.
"Correct, very good." He said, and continued with the lecture.

On the way out of class, professor Dawson called Lacey over.
"Yes, professor?"
"I would like to apologize again for my blunder. I know that everyone try's their best to really fit in and not make a scene in a manner that I just did, especially on their first day," he said.
Lacey blushed. "It's fine, it's just I had that nickname in high school and I was really hoping  to get rid of it,"
"Well, I'm sorry. I'll see to it that no one calls you that on my watch,"
"Thank you, is that all?"
"Yes, you may go,"
A lot goes on that doesn't get onto a professors watch, at least, it did in high school. And from the stories Lacey had heard about college, it didn't console her that much. Still, it was nice to know that Dawson was thinking of her.

"I still don't see how everyone else made it to their early class on time," Dean pouted.
"To be fair, my early class was still only 9:30," Ava said.
"Well, everyone just got off their lazy and hungover butts and went to their lectures," Anne said while flipping through a magazine.
Landon made a pouty face at her. "Oh come on, love," he said.
Anne closed the magazine she was reading. "Love?" She asked.
"Umm, do you not like nicknames?"
"I don't mind when people I'm dating call me love or whatnot. Guys I make out with when I'm drunk are another story," she said.
"Oh," he said, sounding disappointed. A moment passed. "So what about guys you kiss and they are drunk, but you aren't drunk yet?"
Anne sighed, "not happening, bud."
"By the way, this might not be a good time, but I'm pretty sure Dean told us something last night which I feel should be speculated on," Blake said.
"Oh please, God. I hoped no one remembered," Dean groaned.
"C'mon, there is no way I would forget something like that," Blake said.
"Oh, oh, tell me, tell me," Lacey said, getting giddy.
"No, don't you dar-" Blake leaned over and whispered something in her ear.
Lacey threw a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god, I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh, but... You... And then... Oh geez," she said through her laughs. "Anne, come here,"
Anne hurriedly scooted over and Lacey whispered something in her ear. Anne reacted similarly, except she didn't apologize for laughing.
Then, everyone was laughing at Dean's unfortunate story.
"Okay, usually I like attention but I think we've had enough jokes at my expense," Dean said.
Which of course started a whole new round of laughs and bad puns. Eventually though, the subject changed.
"I wanna get food, I didn't get to eat breakfast in our rush to make it to class late," Landon said.
"Sure!" Piped up Ava.
"Fine, just not pizza again," Anne said.
"Pepperoni is red, I hope the cheese isn't blue, Pizza is tasty and so is the second piece, and third piece, and any pieces after that," Dean recited.
"That is literately the geekiest thing I've ever heard," Ava said.
"What can I say? I'm a geek and proud of it,"
"Let me guess, you're a huge Star Trek fan, too," Lacey said.
"Yeah, what of it?"
"That's like the biggest sign of a geek,"
"Hey, I like Star Trek, too," Blake said, sounding slightly surprised and hurt.
"Oh no, it's fine for you, it's actually kind of hot," Ava said.
"What? So if I said "hey guys, guess what? I'm gay! Oh, and I like Star Trek too!" Then it would be fine?"
"It's not because he's gay, I don't really know what it is, some guys have it, some don't," she said.
"Humph, fine, let's go eat our Star Trek hating, none pizza food," Dean said.
"That would be crappy food, like, beats or something," Landon said.
Lacey sighed. "Does Wendy's work for you over sensitive, geeky, for the most part heterosexual, dudes?"
"Yes ma'am," Blake muttered.
"Blake!" She shouted, making him jump. "Fifty push ups, now!"
"Wait, can I do it after Wendy's? Then I can actually lose the weight I gain,"
"Fine, fine. On with it then,"