One hundred and six: She

A beautiful smile played on Ivan's face as he stared at the paper in his hand. Trevor was worried. From one corner of the room to another, he paced about with fidgeting hands, trying to calm his nerves.

Just like Ivan had expected on arriving at his dorm room, the place was a mad house. Piles of dirty laundry placed on top of each other was a mountain on the floor.

Packs of snacks and sweets probably eaten from the week before up until that moment decorated the floor. Ivan's bed had not been touched though, it was just as he left it.

But Trevor's bed was a mess, crumpled bed sheets decorated with stains of who knows what-- Trevor knows what actually.

Of all the mess in the dorm, Ivan's eyes were fixed on one thing. A white envelope sat carefully on his bed and without hesitation, took to opening it.

Just like his instincts had told him, inside that envelope was his not so long awaited result. As his eyes scanned the letter, Trevor wouldn't stop asking him questions like; "Is that