Only Fate

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Delilah pov

I've been avoiding Logan for the past six days, eight hours and thirty five minutes. We see each other in our dorm, first period and gym. Every time he tries to talk to me I either ignore him or talk to someone else.

It didn't help that I saw him at the rink so much, but we kinda know each other's schedules so we tried not to bump to each other on accident.

"Hey," Cleo says sitting down with breakfast

"Hi," I say smiling at her trying to eat the waffles with bacon and fruits in front of me

"Hello," Emory says eating a strawberry

"what's up with her," Cleo asks and I shrugg

"Hello girls, can I sit here," Blake suddenly appears and takes a seat

"I believe you already have," Cleo says with her sarcasm

"What did you do now," Emory asks and Blake smiles

"Me, nothing," he says eating his waffles

Emory then looks at him funnily and he confesses.

"Only the truth," he says taking a sip from his juice

"Which is," Emory asks

"That life is to short to hate Taylor Swift," he says eating his waffle aggressively

"True," I say taking a small bite from my waffles as well

"We both know that wasn't the only thing you said," she says and Blake rolls his eyes

"Gotta go," he says finishing his waffles

"That boy has problems," Cleo says and I nod

"He just has no filter," Emory says

"Did you hear," Cleo asks and I frown

"About what," I ask her

"A thunderstorm is coming to Leighton soon," she says and I take a deep breath

"No, when," I ask nervously

"Soon, a week or so," Emory says

"I can believe it's about to be fall of our last year," she says eaiting

I loose my appetite and start drinking the juice only.

"II'm so excited I saw a orange leaf walking here," Cleo says smiling

I wipe the gruesome expression of my face and start smiling

"I'm so nervous for tests," I say drinking my orange juice

"Each tell your schedule, D you start first," Cleo says

"I have Latin test tomorrow, Ap Lit, and Ap Calc Bc next week Thursday and ApUSH, Ap Physics and Ap Stat Friday," I say and they look like they've seen a ghost

"How the fuck," Emory says

"What," I ask

"How do you have so many Ap's," Em says and I shrugg

"You make me feel dumb," Cleo says eating a strawberry

"Why," I ask nervously

"You have five fuvking Ap's I mean it's fine with two maybe three but fucking five that's like social suicide," Cleo rambles and I fake laugh

"Agreed," Em says fist bumping Cleo softly

"What about you guys," I ask smiling

They tell me their schedules and I start wondering if they're right. If I'm setting myself up for failure. I mean I was raised to excel in every way I could, and academics were part of that