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"𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮." 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭.
"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?"
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When a stubborn, unmotivated twenty-year-old living a difficult life is in desperate need of another job to co...
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two days later
"He's so fit." Rayne says, fanning herself dramatically.
We're looking at pictures of disney princes we would let absolutely destroy us in the canteen while waiting for our lectures.
We would have been with Roman, but he wasn't in today since he does computer science so his lectures aren't the that similar to us.
It's kind of weird, I haven't heard that much from him since he got back. Maybe the whole Rayne situation got to him.
I gasp, "Rayne, you cannot call him fit right in front of me. Eugene is mine."
She just called my man fit. I will not have it.
I whip my head around and see Camilo sitting on the table behind us.
"Sanchez, don't you think I deserve Eugene more than Rayne?" I ask.
He quickly looks up, being distracted by us from his job and sighs, "Nailea, love, no one deserves you." He says sincerely.
We giggle like stupid school girls fangirling over their primary school crush.
I was able to finally submit my assignment today which took almost two weeks because of how long the essay was. Let's just say I'm definitely celebrating on Saturday.
Rayne checks her phone. "Shit! My lecture starts in five minutes, I gotta hurry." She grabs all her things, kisses my cheek and leaves.
I chuckle at her hastiness, deciding to get up myself considering how close our lecture times were.
I make my way down the corridor, which is usually filled with people frantically trying to find their room because of how big this school is, but today it seems suspiciously quiet.
I'm still looking at my phone, when I bump into someone.
I look up, only to find Ethan again.
If I described him as a ghost, that would be too much of an understatement. He looks like he touched death with his own hands. Dark circles formed under his eyes, and his hair all scruffy as if he hasn't showered for days.
Absolutely filthy.
My eyes mentally roll to the back of my head in annoyance of his presence as I plaster on a smile, moving away from him - until he unexpectedly grips my arm tight.
"What the fuck, Ethan? Let me go I'm going to be late." I snap, struggling to get out of his grasp.
He doesn't say a word, and drags me to a secluded corner in the corridor.
He finally lets go. "You promised to hear me out."
I shake my head, "Not if you kidnap me when I need to be going to my lectures. Anyways there's nothing else to hear, you've said it all before." I mutter the last part.
