with Mitchel awoke first and didn't realize it was sierra who was laying with him until he looked down and saw the brunette holding onto him. He sighed and set his head back, a pounding pain in his head. He tried to fall back asleep but failed. He was half asleep when sierra woke up, and she was confused as ever.
"oh shit, did I stay here all night?" she asked after she stood up and looked around for her phone. Mitchel just nodded and pulled her phone from under the pillow. He handed her the phone and she looked at the time, realized it was 10:00 in the morning and quickly got panicked. She grabbed her glasses, her book, and her hoodie before putting her shoes on and slinging the guitar around herself. "I have class, um I'll see you later I guess" she rushed out the door.
Sierra didn't bother to get dressed, she simply went into her apartment to drop the guitar off and grab her books. The class was another human mental illness class, you know, a class that she majors in.
Everyone stared at sierra as she walked in as quiet as she could. Even though she promised that she wouldn't be late, here she was, late yet again. But the expressions of her fellow classmates weren't the same as usual. Typically, her classmates would brush the fact off that she was late and probably wouldn't even look back to see if it was her. But now, they were all staring at her like she was a ghost. Sierra didn't pay much attention to the kids, she just sat down and started jotting the notes down as fast as she could.
But even the teacher was silent.
Everything returned to normal, and the teacher started talking about finding the effects in a possible body dysmorphic client. Because sierra has body dysmorphia, she was very good at the subject and was almost at the point where she could teach people about it. More and more the teacher taught, the more aggravated sierra got.
The teacher was making it seem like people with body dysmorphia are selfish and just want to be complemented. He kept saying things like "people with body dysmorphia tend to rely on complements to build their ego" and "people can choose to change their mind and get rid of their dysmorphia" which is partially true, complements can make them feel better and dysmorphia can get better. But complements only partially help until you remember how you feel about your body and dysmorphia never goes completely away.
Sierra kept wanting to stand up and yell at the teacher about her problems with the illness but didn't, mainly because she was late and didn't need to break her reputation more. Plus, casilda would kill sierra if she found out she blew up on the whole class. Sierras frustrated thoughts were paused by her phone buzzing a few times.
Mitty
Hey
I hope I didn't freak you out last night,
I didn't mean to fall asleep.But on the other hand
I'm bored.
When do you get out of class?
Her face lit up when she saw his texts, his words made her lose the frustration and anger that once filled her mind. He made her realize that there are definitely more important things to think about right now other than her dick of a psych teacher.
Mitty
20 minutes...
What are you planning?
Idk
I'm just bored.
I'll pick you up, just send me Ur
location.Sierra shared her location with mitty indefinitely
Mitchel immediately smiled when it said "Mitty" on her phone instead of "Mitchel".
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