Okay so yes this story will probably have a slower start than it should but that's how I write I guess bare with me.
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After Bella gave me yet another migraine for "completely ditching her" and "really worrying her" last night after I left the party.
"You seemed pretty preoccupied, sorry" I gave her the shortest possible answer not wanting upset her or give her an excuse to give me an even greater headache.
Once our dreadful conversation had finally ended, I quickly got dressed and packed my bag for my classes I would have to suffer through today.
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I didn't want to be here. Don't get me wrong, college for me-so far- was pretty great. I made 3 really great friends already all my classes were reasonably easy for me and I hadn't had any trouble with anyone. Except myself that is. Any other day, I would have absolutely no problem sitting through the exceptionally boring lectures coming from my English literature professor, but most definitely not today.
Not today, because the headache from my oh so wonderful Bella, has been growing (and growing, and growing)
"Miss Chelsea," I snapped out of my thoughts and cringed at that-phrase.
Professor Greene, probably my least favorite person I have met so far in college. She had a bone to pick with me. No doubt in my mind. Of course- I was still trying to figure out why she did.
"Yes?" I answered in the most fake sounding sweet voice I could ever make.
"The answer, please"
I looked behind her to the board. And looked at her "Challenging Question of the Day".
"Where was William Shakespeare born?"
I really wondered how she expected most everyone to just know this off the top of their head, luckily for me, though, I am a fan of Shakespeare and had studied him a great deal since tenth grade English class.
"I believe, Mrs. Greene, the answer would be Stratford." In response to my answer she gave me a small nod and continued in with today's lecture.
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After two hours of listening to Professor Greene's long (and quite boring) speech and lesson. My day was officially over and my mind was completely set on going back to the dorms and sleeping until dinner.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when someone tapped on my shoulder, and cleared their throat.
I looked up to see that it was the same irritating, throat clearing, frat boy (Harry was it?) from last night.
"Do you need something?"
"Hmm, well you choose, your name, your number, or, the one I assume you will pick, a date." I couldn't help but chuckle at his oblivion to how much I was indeed not infatuated with him.
"Well, how about, I give you my name and we call it a day, actually, Harry right?" He nods "yeah after you learn my name how about you find someone else to be bother." Once I'm finished he looks- amused, maybe even surprised but I can see he's waiting for me to go on and tell him my name.
"Chelsea, and now that this is all cleared up, have a wonderful life Harry."
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Once I finally returned to my dorm I noticed a note on the counter most likely from Bella.
Chelsea~
I'm going to a party tonight and I'll be staying over at a friends house. So don't wait up. There's a message for you on the machine. ;)
-Bells.
I rolled my eyes at her, even though she wasn't here to see it, then turned to listen to the message.
"Hello Chelsea, since you chose the most boring option, I have decided not to leave you alone. I'll pick you up at seven. Where something tight."
Rolling my eyes-again-I hit redial on the phone and waited for Harry to pick up.
"Hello?" He finally answered on the last ring.
"Okay, a few things. How did you get my number? Why aren't you leaving me alone? And I am not going anywhere with you."
"I have a friend. I told you why. And again I'll be there by seven." With that little explanation he hung up, and I scoffed.
I most definitely will not be attending any event with him.
After I finished cussing him out in my head I put on a pair of sweatpants and and got back in bed for the night.
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Alright. I know. This is the definition of boring, poorly written and most of all awful. But it'll get better soon. Sorry is short and for the mistakes. Also y'all keep in mind my laptop is currently being repaired so this is typed on my phone. Ok.
C ya.
