A/N: I'M A MAN WITH A PLAN HERE PEOPLE I'M SO PUMPED FOR THIS STORY. YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND.

You were awoken the next morning by the sound you dreaded most: your alarm clock. You groaned and rolled over lazily to check the time. "7:45..." you mumbled to yourself drowsily. You knew your lecture didn't start until 8:45, but you wanted to give yourself time. You shimmy your body nonchalantly towards the other side of the bed. The small ray of enthusiasm that you had developed inside you was immediately crushed when your eyes fell upon the contraption sitting next to the bed.

The wheelchair.

You sighed and attempted to lift yourself carefully into the seat. Now, I say attempted due to the fact that as soon as your foot was halfway on the floor, you slipped and fell on your side. "Fuck..." your voice said, somewhat muffled by the thick carpet. You cautiously made a second attempt to assert yourself into the chair, this time succeeding. You wheeled yourself into your bathroom to brush your hair and teeth. Makeup [wasn't your thing/ was a big priority for you as well].

You finished getting ready at around 8:15. You had nothing else to do in your apartment, so you decided to head over to campus. It was going to take you a while to get to the lecture hall anyway. You called an Uber due to the fact that you literally couldn't drive. You sighed as you watched the buildings rush past in a blur of muted tones. You couldn't believe it was only your third day at college. Things were a lot better here to you (or worse depending on how you look at it).

Once you had reached the front of the main building you paid the driver and stuffed your way back into the faded leather wheelchair. You wheeled through empty halls on your was to the hall. It was only 8:20, so you didn't expect anyone to be there. You could get your own campus. It almost made you feel free.

Almost.

Although, because you expected a vacant place, you were thoroughly shocked in more ways than one when you heard muffled talking. The halls echoed quite a bit, so it wasn't shocking when you picked up on a snippet of their conversation. "Look, I don't understand it either. It's makes no fucking sense..."

You would recognize that voice anywhere.

You smiled and wheeled towards the slightly ajar door that concealed the room where the voices were drifting out of. You pried it gently open to reveal the leprechaun himself talking with Mark. They were bent low over a desk and appeared to be poring over a paper. Neither had noticed your entry, so you planned to scare them.

You were less than 3 yards away when a noise broke through the boys' conversation.

Squeeaaak

The wheel you had been holding with your right hand made a horrendously loud sound, causing both Jack and Mark to look right at you. Both stood frozen in shock for a few moments before you uttered a timid, "Hi."

Mark rushed over and gave you a hug before he immediately began asking about what happened to your legs, if you were okay, if you needed any food, etc. But your eyes were focused on Jack who was grinning broadly at you. Mark, however, didn't seem to notice that your attention was elsewhere and continued to bombard you with questions, staying very true to his brotherly nature. You cocked your head at Jack who could not seem to stop smiling. "What're you doing that for?" You asked. Mark stopped talking and looked over to Jack.

He looked confused. "Doing what?" He inquired with an underlying tone of fear that he had done something wrong. You laughed at him for a moment before saying, "Well, you've been grinning like an idiot for the past couple minutes now." He shook his head at you as Mark's head snapped between the both of you.

Jack rolled his eyes and glanced down at his phone. Suddenly he jumped in surprise causing you and Mark to recoil in shock. "We're gonna be late! The lecture is on the third floor!" He shouted. You stood frozen for a few seconds and you heard the bustle of students just outside of the classroom. You wheeled out of there as fast as you could, yet you were always falling behind Mark and Jack.

You began getting farther and farther away from them as you fought against the stream of students moving the opposite direction. "Jack!" You called out. He didn't hear you. Suddenly two pairs of unfamiliar hands grabbed your wheelchair. Your head spun around and your eyes were met with a rather short girl. She had shoulder length brown hair that framed her pale face. Her dark brown eyes were narrowed with determination as she pushed you through the crowds of bewildered students.

"Where to?" She asked. The question caught you off guard and you stumbled over your words. "T-the third floor," you stated, just as confused as the rush of students you were passing. "Me too," she shouted over the din, "I have a lecture this morning!"

"The one that Mrs. Jameson is giving over graphic design?" You asked, certain that she couldn't be in your class. "Yeah," she said, "What're the odds?" She smiled at you warmly and for the first time since arriving you didn't feel all alone. Don't get me wrong, the boys are wonderful, but you knew you needed a girl to talk to. After all, every girl needs a little... well... girl time!

You had the elevator in sight and you were approaching fast. "Onward!" You shouted with a smile aimed at the doors. The strange girl shoved you in quickly while making sure you were sage and slammed her finger into the third floor button. She leaned against the elevator wall as soon as you felt the familiar jerk upward that all elevators have.

She was panting heavily with her hands on her knees and she muttered out a soft, "We made it..." You smiled at her, and then you realized you had no idea who she was. She had on a Pac-Man tee with light blue skinny jeans that had rips in the knees. She pulled pack her short hair and cleaned her glassed on her shirt. "That was fun." She said with a small laugh. "Yeah..." you giggled, but you were curious about this girl. "What's your name?" You inquired.

"Sydney."

"[Y/N]," you responded as the doors slid open. Sydney glanced out the doors then back to you with a sideways smirk.

"Round two?" She asked.

You grinned back at her. "Ding ding!"

A/N: Okay, so here's a cameo of my friend furver_alone__gal because I made an appearance in her Markiplier fic 'Bluebird' and you should totally check it out! She might just become MAJOR later. I think this chapter came out pretty well, but the next one will develop the plot a lot more. Hint: there's trigger warnings...