Unpredictable

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Holy shit. There is no way I can get up. I can barely get out of bed for practice on a normal Saturday, let alone the Saturday after I stayed out until 2 AM, screaming and dancing like an idiot.

But let's face it. I would skip a week of sleep to see that concert again. 5 Seconds of Summer, third row. We were practically mosh-pitting all night. Plus, all four members of the band were looking exceptional. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some obsessed fangirl, but if I could cover my whole wall in pictures of sweaty band members playing instruments and jumping around for 4 hours straight, I would.

I reach up and pull the covers and roll out of bed. Walking across the room, I start yelling.

"Abby, wake up!" I shout at my roommate. "Abby, wake the hell up." Abby, my best friend, teammate, and fellow concert-goer, grabs a pillow and smashed it over her head,

"Screw you. It isn't possible for me to open my eyes."

"C'mon Ab. We're gonna be late, and I'm already exhausted. I might actually pass out if Coach makes us run." Abby and I play basketball for UCLA, the intramural team. I was an All-American in high school and captain of my team. When I came from Pennsylvania to California, I expected to play on the actual women's team, but I hated the coach. He was more about being on TV than actually playing basketball, so I quit. Abby begged me to join her team, and I did. Since then, I haven't regretted a second.

"Ughhhh. I feel like I got hit by a bus. My head is killing me," whines Abby,

"Maybe if you would've stopped after the third, you wouldn't be so hungover."

"Whatever Sailer. Maybe if you weren't so prude, you'd understand. Drink some beer, have sex, and please God, use your fake ID one time! I paid serious money for those and you haven't used yours once. You're a freshman in college, dammit!"

"Screw you," I laugh, pulling my hair into a ponytail. "As soon as I get dressed, I'm leaving. With or without you."

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"It's like he knew my head was going to explode. He wouldn't stop yelling. And jesus, that whistle. I'm gonna die at Katy's tonight. Speaking of, are you coming?" asks Abby as I drive us back to the dorms from an early dinner after an extra-long practice.

"Nah, that's okay. I'm gonna go grab a coffee and study for a while." One of my professors announced a big test for Tuesday and I can't afford to do bad. Not that Abby, or anyone else at the party, will care.

"Sailer! You've got to be kidding me. It's Saturday night! Please?" begs Abby.

"You know I'd love to, Ab. I just can't tonight, okay? Rain check, please? I promise I won't ditch you forever," I reply, pulling into the parking lot and turning off the car.

Abby climbs out of the car and slams the door shut in my face. She speed-walks over to my door and opens it for me. "I swear to god if you bail on me one more time, I will find a new roommate," she says before turning and storming into the dorm building.

I hop out of the car and jog to catch up with her, but she's already made it into the room and shut the door. I open the door and walk into the room. "Abby, I promise I won't skip next time. School is ruining my social life. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I'm not really mad. I was just hoping I could guilt you into coming," winks Abby as she throws a pillow off her bed at me.

I catch it with a laugh. "You're a douche. I'm gonna go take a shower and head to the cafe." I grab my towel and shower stuff and walk across the room to the door.

"I'll probably be gone by the time you get back, and Alex said I can crash at his place afterwards, so don't wait up."

"Abby! Will you please just date him? Anyone who's willing to deal with you hungover is obviously worth something," I tease from the doorway.

"You jackass! I'll see you tomorrow," laughs Abby as she pushes me out the door and slams it in my face.

I chuckle as I walk down the hall to the communal showers. As much as I'm enjoying college, the lack of privacy in the showers is a serious downfall. Reaching the bathroom, I practically drop to my knees and recite Hail Mary's when I realized it's empty. I mean, I guess it is a Saturday night and everyone else is out.

I decided a few weeks before college that I wasn't going to change. Through high school, I pretty much avoided parties as much as possible; when I did go, I usually drank water and sat around.

Mainly though, I didn't want to come to school to throw it away messing around with guys. I'm not waiting until marriage or anything. It's just that I'm not really willing to give it up to the first asshole that comes around. I just want to keep my mind straight and get though school, and I really don't want some douche to screw it up.

I set my things down on the bench outside the shower and turn the water on. While it heats up, all the memories from last night come rushing back. As I move under the shower, I start humming. I had so much fun and I've never danced so much in my entire life. And the seats were amazing. Abby's aunt works at the venue, so she helped out a little bit. While Abby spent half the night getting smashed, I sang along to the music and jumped up and down with the rest of the crowd around me. I was sweating buckets and my straight blonde hair look more-than-slightly afro-like, and I couldn't care less.

I finish washing up in the shower step out, wrapping the towel around myself and collecting my things. I walk back to my room and throw my things down. I grab a hairbrush and rake it through my wet hair before getting dressed. I open my closet and pull out joggers, a UCLA t-shirt, and a black zip-up hoodie. I grab my favorite Roshe Runs, throw my heavy backpack over my shoulder and head out the door, keys in hand. I climb in the front seat and turn the car on. Green Day blasts through the stereo as I pull in to the small coffee shop. I walk in the short line and wait to order. There are only two people at a table in the corner and two people in line, the reason I love this place.

I'm standing with my hands in my sweatpants pockets when the store bell rings, signaling someone walking into the building. My keys rattle in my pocket as I turn around, curious. Not many people know of the place and I usually recognize everyone in the cafe. But the person I see when I turn around is far from the usual men-in-glasses or quiet college-kid type I've come to expect. In fact, he's the complete opposite of both.

Luke Hemmings. As in the lead singer guitarist of 5 Seconds of Summer Luke Hemmings, the very boy I was just dreaming of less than an hour ago.

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