23) You missed me too, didn't you?

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Two weeks later...

He listened to me. I need space, I need alone time. 
He gave that to me. 

He didn't contact me once, he didn't come to my house, he didn't call me and he didn't even view my story on instagram. The pas two weeks have been so peaceful. It's like I imagined studying in Spain would've been like. Just Stace, Luun, Soof and I chilling on our balcony, going out for dinner, skipping class to go to the beach (classes aren't mandotary though) and having studysessions together. 

I didn't see Nico much this week. We both skipped lots of classes because of the good weather. I do see Viv a lot. I keep running into her at the most random places. Not that I mind though. She's got this great energy that's always around her and we always share a few chats. 

I did not miss Pablo a single minute. 
Well... maybe I did. However I don't like admitting it, I did miss his company a little. Maybe the feeling isn't that I'm missing him, but more some sort of betrayel. I never expected this from him. I mean, he might have a son. God knows what else he's hiding. 

Obviously this is harder for him than that it is for me. But I need to detox from him for a little while. Right now I'm not missing him in my life, but I hate being uncertain of the future. I like a planning, and right now I have no idea when he'll text me again. Maybe I should reach out for him...

I open the door from the university building and make my way through the very crowded hallway. I'm on my way to chemistry. I have an exam in two weeks so I'm not skipping any more classes. 

But what should I say to him?
Hi Pablo, so about our fight earlier... ehm... yeah then my mind goes blank. 

The point is that I told him we're done. But we still have the napkin, it's in my drawer next to my other two lovely little papers with the weird threatenings. My brother seems to know what is going on, but I guess he handled the situation. It was probably just a troll!

I make my way to the classroom and go to my regular seat. I'm a bit early but I like that. I always need some time to clear my head before diving into a subject. I open my book... page 58... 5, 8. Isn't Pablo's birthday on the fifth of august? 05/08/2004. Focus Elena... jesus christ. I keep staring at the formulas trying to make something out of them but my eyes keep going back to the 58. 

Suddenly I hear someone cough above me and when I look up, 'Is this seat taken?'
'Nico?!'  I quickly stand up and give him a quick hug. 'Finally we see each other again.' I say and he smiles. He comes to sit next to me. 'Exam in two weeks? Can't miss those.' he says and he chuckles. 'So I see you're already preparing?' he asks and points at my book. 'No... I was just staring at the page actually.' Nico nods. 

'What have you been up to last week?' he asks. 'Oh well, just chilling with my friends... shopping and whatever. What about you?' Nico smiles. 'Yeah the same actually. Mostly drinking to be completely honest.' I smile. 'The alcoholic in me will always return.' I laugh and Nico sighs. 'I've missed your laugh you know...'
'And I've certainly not missed miss Kirschner...' I say when I see she's staring at us waiting for us to be quiet. Miss Kirschner is one of those very pick me proffessors. Some famous quotes of her are:

- "Well, no one wants to listen to me or shows up to my classes... will I ever be good enough for you guys?
- "Sorry, my handwriting is very bad guys!" (Writes with the most beautiful and graceful handwriting ever)
- "Are there any big boys here who can help me lift this HEAVY table?" *giggles.

I have thousands more. THOUSANDS. And with that her explainations suck. I really try to understand the subject but it's nearly impossible. 

By the end of class, I feel even more lost than I already was. 'Are there any questions?' miss Kirschner asks for the third time. 'I have hundreds...' I mumble but she obviously can't hear me. 'Great, you're dismissed.' I sigh and start to pack my books when Nico puts his hand on mine. 

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