[Disclaimer: I'm not a good writer and this is my first story so maybe don't judge too harshly but comments are always welcome!! I won't do anything scheduled and probably won't finish the story but hope to create a good read. I've read stories on the site for a long time and thought what the heck, so I'm writing one for the lols. Any references to shows and the like are just to illustrate a point. I'll probs use ideas that I've accumulated while looking at other stories but any similarities to anything else characters, plot or otherwise, isn't intentional. Just here for a laugh. Also I'll probably switch between 1st, 2nd, and 3rd persons just because I'm not used to writing.... Also the sexier stuff is coming just a slow build up.]

So I'm not gonna lie, straight up, I'm a lucky son of a gun. I didn't why or how but I was lucky as can be. I wasn't particularly good looking, funny, or clever but seemingly I had fate on my side. I managed to get to uni through no great feat of my own but without knowledge of anything but my luck carrying me onward, but it all changed from this point on.... sat on my bed at uni, bored and with nothing to do but a couple readings for tomorrows seminars.

I guess this should be the bit that I tell you a little about myself: I'm kinda all 'round average at 6'0, skinny (with some muscle definition, thanks so the gym), blue eyed, and brown haired with lighter natural highlights. I'm not exactly dumb but I'm no Einstein, my main skill is just my rather irritating competitiveness. Oh and my name is Felix.

Other than being fairly average, I come from a sad home where I grew up listening to the shouts of my parents. My father eventually running off with some women a decade younger but a lot less pretty than my mother. The long drawn out divorce saw years of conflict within the family but ended with my arsehole father meaning nothing in my life... which sounds sad, not gonna lie, but it's made everything a whole lot easier to deal with. So not all bad.

But hey, on with the story.