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"You think you're so tough hm?" He says, getting closer to me. Both of our eyes lustful, deep and glued to each other's.
"I am" I certify the one standing in front of me, our proximity making me nervous, but I'm refusing to show any signs of it...
"You gotta be the proud of something I walked out, magic stumbling"
High (Feat. Elton John)
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Days pass by and I haven't talked to Rafe. The last thing I remember snapping him was me saying "It was meant to make a scowl grow on your face"
Since then, he hasn't texted me anything back, and I'm pretty sure I haven't accidentally opened the snap. I thought it was weird at first, but moved on as I just further thought this was Rafe's way of being 'difficult'. Such a girly pop when you think like that, isn't it?
I sigh and grab my bag, leaving class as I look at the time.
I don't hate college like my brother said I would, I mean we're in mid September right now, pretty close to the month of halloween and I've been cool about it all.The only unfortunate thing is how hockey season isn't exactly up yet, just some rare separate games going on.
I grip my bag tighter and enter the college. Walking by the hallways, towards my class, a familiar voice makes me stops me in my tracks. "Rory, are you sure you don't want to talk to your brother?" Daphne asks me, slightly touching my shoulder to make me look at her. I roll my eyes at the question. "Morning to you too, Daphne" I sing sang, not in the mood to talk about it.
"I'm serious, why don't you?" She presses, now walking by my side. "You don't have the same class I do" I comment, not looking in her direction.
"He misses you, you know." Daphne continues, peaking up her pace to match mine, which could almost be mistaken as a stroll at this point. "Oh would you look at that, my final destination" I say, faking surprise turn to her direction, stopping right in front of the classroom. Hands up in mock surrender as I enter it backwards, sending a kiss to my best friend.
After a while into the lesson, my head inevitably starts to wonder, "Why would she know if my brother is fine or not?" My voice is a whisper, but nevertheless I pull out my phone, just to check snapchat really quickly.
I enter the app, clicking on the map immediately. Zooming in on my brother, he's on class. Right, it's the middle of the day, Aurora, dumbass.
I shake my head, and hopefully those thoughts away and focus again on the professor, noting down anything I find important. (Which pretty much means everything). Of course, that is until a thousand notifications pop up into my phone.
I try to ignore it, pretend it's not mine, but as the people around me start to weirdly eye me, I sigh and turn on night-mode, and look at the messages.
**** Coach Uncle <3
Aurora, I see your trainings have been very well done, and I believe there's no need for me to supervise them.
