I awaken, my eyes try to adjust to the brightness. Another frat party, another worthless guy ; naked in a bed with me.
I get up and rummage through this guys room finding my clothes. First my black stone washed ripped jeans, then my cream colored wavy floral top, and then my brown bulky Dr. Martens, then my gold iPhone 6, And I'm out the door.
I check my phone 1:30 pm
I missed all my morning classes.
I'm totally going to get kicked out of UCLA.
I just decide not to go to the rest of them.
I put my hands in my back pocket and find my keys to my black Range Rover.
Clicking the button trying to find my car.
I run around campus for a good ten minutes. Then when I find it I hop in and put it in drive.
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I take a five minute drive to Starbucks. Waiting in line is just a waist of my fucking time. But I got a headache so screw it.
Once I get to the front of the line I notice the cashier is quite cute, with raging ruby red hair.
"Hello I'm Michael welcome to Starbucks what can I get you?"
"Carmel mocha." I reply.
"Name?" He asks.
"ivy." I say.
"Nice to meet you ivy."
"Yeahh, okay." I answer trying to stir away the whole flirting.
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Once I grave my coffee I check the time 1:50 pm, then I get a text.
LouisThelover <3 - HEY GURL! FR where are you!?! Omg! My amazing boyfriend opens a sport for your needy hair styling and you ditch?! You have 10 minutes, Or gtfo. Love lots oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxox
Me - I know everyone loves my damn. I'm coming, tell Alex I was at a frat party he'll understand! Xx ;)
I hurry to the car and jump in the front seat, speeding down the road.
What am I going to do to my hair?
My hair was black, long, and silky. I always hated my hair, thought there was always something wrong with it. I started coloring it when I was 17 and never stopped, until the end of my freshman year at UCLA. Now I have a bunch of dead ends and it's extremely messy.
I near a stop sign and look in the mirror... My eyes are blood shot. I quickly grab my brown round indie glass, that actually kinda goes with the outfit.
Once I get to the salon I run to the door.
I see a guy outside smoking, he has curly brown hair, and green eyes that could poke your soul. He obviously see I'm checking him out. But doesn't say anything until I'm about to go in.
"Anyone can see you had a one night stands, you slut."
It's on.
YOU ARE READING
The Click.
Fanfiction"We don't have the click, weren't not meant to be together, I would know Harry!" I scream. "What the fuck is that?" He asks
