In this story I am going to change it from Y/N to Harper just because I cannot be asked to keep putting Y/N all the time, so I do apologise if you're name is Harper.
I do not own any of the Marvel cast in this story and this story is only fictional...
It was now Thursday and it had rolled around quicker than usual, so I got up surprisingly earlier than I normally do and before Abby was even up. I went into the kitchen and had breakfast, then did my usual morning routine but I wanted to do my makeup slightly different than I did the previous 3 days. Our first class was obviously with Mr Evans so I was quite looking forward to his lesson.
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(This is just something to show you what I think she would wear but feel free to think of something else)
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"Harper you look fucking sexy"
"Abs you fucking hot, who in the whole earth are you trying to impress"
"Maybe Professor Stan but what about you, who are you trying to impress"
"I just thought I would look a little bit nicer today, is that wrong now"
"No you go for it girl, I haven't seen you this dressed up in a long time, we should go out drinking tomorrow night"
"Oh yeah definitely, we should we haven't out for a while, let's do it"
We leave our apartment to go and pick up Tom on the way to Starbucks and then head to the campus straight after. We arrive at the campus and head straight to our History class and per usual us 3 we're the first to turn up with Professor Evans already in the classroom. We said our hellos to him and head to our normal seats.
