Love in a Bottle [AATC One-Shots]

Accidental Mix Up (Alvittany)

"But every action comes with a consequence."

(My POV)

He glided through the crowded halls so swiftly, yet so carelessly. You could hear the papers crunching in his grip with the wind he created with his speed weaving through his copper-brown hair, effortlessly blowing it to the side. The tightly grasped cluster of papers were also flapping back and forth, following the rhythm of the gust; but he clutched it firmly enough that it wouldn't blow away.

He looked like he came straight out of a thriller-action movie—the main character—and he knew it. He loved playing his alter ego, Lorenzo Lorenzo, but he also had acknowledged his first and most important priority. Lorenzo Lorenzo's current mission would be to return the science notes he had borrowed from his friend, Elijah, the other day when he'd ditched class to hang out with his other 'popular' friends.

But although the science notes were only three pages, he was skating down the hallways with four papers in his hands. And that was Lorenzo Lorenzo's weakness—he had a bad habit of not double-checking things and being disorganized with every task.

But every action comes with a consequence.

His surroundings passed him in a blur; the smirk on his face showed how determined he was to safely return his friend's notes into his hands.

Was it a little much? In a word: yes. But it was his way of enjoying his passing period, and it was an enjoyable and entertaining way to kill time.

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She sauntered through the crowded halls so elegantly, yet so cautiously. She never looked up once, her ocean eyes fixated on the lines that made up each paragraph. You could hear the papers crunch within her grip, holding it tighter as she stumbled upon a few of the words that she mumbled to herself.

She read the words over and over until they were practically embedded in her brain. She didn't need to memorize all 2000 words, but she was failing that class and she knew how much her research paper could heavily impact her grade, either positively or negatively. This was her only chance to pass the class. If she'd practiced enough, the words would flow effortlessly out of her mouth as she was presenting, and she would be assured she wouldn't mess up.

She'd always acted like the main character in an average teenage movie—pretty, popular, confident, and smart. But knowing her grade was at stake, she'd found herself as the opposite of all of those traits for the past few days.

She'd probably ace it with ease, said one voice in the back of her head. But another voice argued, she'd probably come crashing down the second she'd make eye contact with the audience.

Was it a little much? In a word: yes. She'd spent two weeks, including one all-nighter, working on it, ensuring the essay was flawless with accurate facts and research. She'd asked a countless number of people to proofread it to make sure she'd gotten their approval, along with many AI sites she'd used to thoroughly check it for errors.

Even though she practically had it in the bag, she knew this one assignment could either make her grade, or break it tremendously. She'd been stressing and panicking over it, but there was nothing anyone could do to convince her otherwise.

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The boy glanced at his wristwatch, which he'd only had on to make sure he'd complete his mission by the crucial deadline. The numbers processed through his mind, calculating how much time he'd have left to accomplish the main objective, and by then he realized he'd only have two minutes left before the bell would ring. When the bell rings, signaling the moment the remaining sand in the hourglass reaches the bottom, time will be up.