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"What you make on your psych test?" Pia asked, as we met up after our courses.
We were both juniors in college. I majored in Psychology and sociology, and P majored in Early childhood learning.
"A 98. She know she could've just rounded it off, and gave me that 100." I said, adjusting my backpack on my shoulders.
"I don't see know how you do it. Watching all those crime documentaries, and having to do research on serial killers. My mind wouldn't be able to handle it." She said, scrunching her face up.
"I'm sure one of the future kids you'll be teaching, will end up a psychotic serial killer. It might be the quiet kid, with the anime backpack." I said, laughing when she cut her eyes at me.
Hearing a bunch a barking, I noticed a group of Que Dogs ahead of us, walking in our direction.
"Ooh! Here comes your man." Pia teased, wiggling her eyebrows.
"Shut up. He is not my man."
"Well tell him that." She whispered, as we walked past them.
Feeling an arm wrap around my shoulder, I didn't even have to look to know who it was.
"Hi, Drew."
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"Why you gotta say it like that? You act like you not happy to see me." He said, cheesing hard.
It took everything in me not to smile back, cause his was so contagious.
"Whatever. What you want?"
"Just wanted to tell you, you look nice today. But you know, that ain't nothing new." He said, as I finally smiled at him.
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