“This is going to be my year,” Jayden said to himself and turned in a half-circle in the room.
It was a small room, tucked up under the college roof, with a narrow window that was probably as old as the rest of the college, and plug sockets that had been inexpertly added several hundred years after the glass. The bed was a narrow wrought-iron job with a sagging mattress; the desk was impressively large, and a wardrobe that could have held another bed dominated the north wall, looming ominously over the threadbare carpet.
But it was his room, for the next three years, and the enormity of it was just…just…daunting.
“You look terrified,” Darren said.
Jayden turned towards him. Over the pile of boxes and bags in the middle of the room, Darren lounged against the closed door in his baggy je
