Changed {Martin Garrix Fanfiction}

Chapter 22

Chapter Twenty Two - I Worked Hard to Play Harder

- Madeline's POV - 

My hand furiously wrote words upon words down on my now half filled piece of paper. Every so often, I would look back up a couple paragraphs and proof read them quickly. My pencil tapped manically on the wooden picnic table as I was stumped at what to write down next. 

"What are you doing?" Matthew's voice rung into my ears. I did not bother to look up as I began to scribble something down again. 

"I'm trying to finish this project thing that is due tomorrow," I said sternly, not even really meaning to. I just do not need any distractions at the moment. I would much rather finish it now then staying up at two in the morning doing it. 

"For what?" he asked and I could tell he was eating something, as his voice sounded muffled. 

"That one thing I had to do with Martin. I am now just doing something for it," I sigh to myself, exhausted as my hand started to cramp up. I groaned, looking up at him with pleading eyes. 

"You remind me of me when I was a freshman," he chuckled to himself as he put a handful of blueberries in his mouth. Since the sweet fruit was so tempting, I grabbed my own handful from his container, earning a glare from him. 

"Being a freshman isn't this stressful," I roll my eyes, taking about half of the blueberries in my mouth. Being a freshman is a blessing compared to being a junior or senior. Yeah, sure, being a senior was easier but it was still hell. 

"It is when you're in college," he raised his eyebrows at me. I nodded slowly, but then stopped, almost choking on my mouthful of fruit. 

"You're in college?!" I exclaimed, louder than I probably should have, but hey, I seem to be breaking all of the rules these days. He begins to laugh and I feel stupid, but how was I supposed to know? Sure, he looks a lot older than me but I never figured he was in college. 

"Yup," he says simply, an amusement behind of his blue eyes. "Didn't no one tell you?" he asks, cocking his head to the right a bit. 

"No," I say quickly. Damn. "Where do you go?" I ask him reluctantly. Now that I know this information, I am suddenly curious about the college life. I have way too many questions to ask him but I really don't think now is a good time. 

"Well, I've gone to this smaller university just outside of where I'm from, but this fall I have the option to transfer to either Princeton or MIT," he says nonchalantly while my mouth drops open. Princeton or MIT? Damn, he must be smart. 

"Are you a freaking genius or something?" I say rather quickly, hoping it does not make me seem stupid. He laughs again, before finishing off his blueberries. 

"I worked hard so I can play harder," he says, not breaking eye contact with me. I cannot help the grin that forms on my face.