Chapter 7

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By the time I got out of the dorm and head back to mine, it's already 2:30 at night. Dang.

Heidi was asleep (Thank god) as soon as I enter in.

I put down my bag and lay down on top of the bed. I didn't feel like taking a shower.

I suggested to myself that I should just go to sleep.
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The next day, Saturday, came around. I got to sleep in for once.

Not even the stupid alarm woke me.

(I'm sorry Sarah, I love that alarm...)

Heidi was watching a movie on her Netflix app on her computer.

She looks at me and smiles. "Morning, sleepyhead!"

"Same to you Heidi. What are you watching?"

"After,"

(All credit to Anna Todd for her After book! The movie is actually on Netflix, including After We Collided!)

I nod.

"I'm almost done. I'm gonna watch After We Collided afterwards,"

Of course you are.

"Okay, well... I hope that you enjoy yourself,"

I pull on my shirt that was sleeveless, but with wide straps and put my jeans over my boxers.

Heidi shoves a handful of cheez-its into her mouth.

"Where are you going?" She asks, her voice muffled do to her mouth full.

I roll my eyes. "Firstly, chew your food. Second, I'm meeting a friend of mine,"

Her light blue eyes lit up as she smiles. "You met someone!" Her voice was more clear.

"No, well... I've been with this girl,"

"Who?" She urges.

"A girl named Julia,"

She thinks. "...Julia Michaels?"

I laugh sarcastically. "Oh haha very funny! Oh you just wish!"

Heidi nods. "It would've been nice to see Julia Michaels, like, in real life type-of-thing. She's my favorite singer. She's such a babe..."

I was surprised. "You don't strike me as a Julia Michaels fan, you're more of a Nicki Minaj type,"

"True. She is quite fabulous,"

I would imagine a singer such as Nicki Minaj being a reality TV show star. Gross. No thanks.

My face was formed with disgust.

I immediately brush it off. "Anyways, I'm gonna go,"

Heidi waves her hand, her gold bracelets making a clinging sound. "Have fun with your date!"

"...IT IS NOT A DATE!"

I yell out before I slam the door.

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