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𝑜𝑛𝑒 | 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑘

LOGAN

The windows in my car are fogged up. You can no longer tell whether someone is on campus or not.
It's 7 a.m. and it's unimaginable that someone is already going to the lecture.

I took the shirt that was thrown on my seat a few minutes ago and handed it to Cora who sitting next to me on the black leather seat of my car, pulling up her pants.

"Get dressed quickly before someone catches us." It wasn't so smart to go to the parking lot where the dormitories are, but Cora text to me, and nothing could happen at my place when the boys are all still sleeping.

They would decapitate me if I woke them up so early. I zipped my pants back up as I put my white t-shirt back on.

"Are we going to see each other again?" I climbed out of the car after opening the door and held it open for Cora. ​​"I hardly have time because of the hockey practice and all the lectures right now." she nodded.

"Shall I escort you to the dorm?" I saw her walking away from me. It was still a bit dark. It's winter in Toronto right now, on the one hand, it's the best time, but also a bit annoying. The sun rises later, it's damn cold outside and beautiful snow is not here either.

It may be that the large modern gray-painted dorms are just ahead of us, probably only a five-minute walkway, but anything can happen.

"No, it's fine." But I didn't listen to Cora. ​​I grabbed my gray jacket and slammed the door. When I locked the car, I was already with a slight sprint to Cora.

"You really don't have to bring me. I'll just go through the junior dorm to the senior." "I won't sleep anymore, whether I lie down or not. So I can bring you too." I see a smile on her kissable thin lips.

When we got to one entrance of the junior student dorms, I said goodbye to Cora and then walked back to my car.

I hardly slept today, because of yesterday's training, all of my bones still hurt, Coach is really pushing us hard now. The next game against Cornell University is coming up, and we are all beyond excited.

The last game against them ended with a win for the other team. Only one point, and we would have won, also we wouldn't have had to listen to Coach screaming.

I unlocked the car and went inside. I don't wait long and turn on the engine so that the heater under my seat warms the car.

I took tissues out of my glove compartment and wiped the window clean, to see something. My eyes went to my phone after I finished.
My lecture starts in half an hour. It won't be worth driving home, although Jean's breakfast at the table sounds so good that my mouth is watering.

But the way is hardly worth it, or rather not at all. 10 minutes, what should I eat in 10 minutes? So I just pulled out of this parking lot and then drove around the university to the other parking lot.