"I have a whole universe in my mind."
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Alexa Sinclair
Abby sat beside me, intensively waiting.
"You're going to ask for my notes, aren't you?" I kept my eyes glued to my color coordinated notes, with calligraphy and a whole lot of other things. This is how i'll remember.
"Please?"
I finished up my last page, dumping the binder in her lap.
"I'm going to need those too." Tom commented, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"And me." Ryder cleared his throat, from the beanbag in front of us.
"I don't need shit." Bill chuckled, is he even allowed to be here?
"How did you get past the office?" I asked, waiting for everyone to finish copying me.
"I snuck in through the back door."
That works too I guess.
"What's up motherfuckers!" Malik plopped down in between Tom and I.
I'm not even going to ask how he got in.
"Get your arm off of my girlfriend, before I shoot you in between the eyes." Tom stated, in a calm tone. What is up with them shooting people?
"Where's your girlfriend?" I looked up at Malik, he shrugged. "She ain't my girl no more."
Hehe.
Abby and Malik, sitting in a tree.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
I love the way my mind works.
"Shit!" Tom burst out, holding up his ringing phone. He flashed me the caller id.
It was the coach from the university.
"Go take it!" I whisper shouted, pointing to the hallway, he jumped off of the couch.
Tom scurried out of the lounge, shutting the door gently behind him.
"So, when are we going to talk about that you lied to all of us?" Malik poked me, yeah... he figured that out.
I don't have a big family, my dad does not work at the post office, if i'm ever in a garden it will be to tan. Not to actually garden.
"I might be going out for cheerleading next year, so... technically it wasn't all lies." I giggled, leaning into Abby.
"Tom dating the sheriff's daughter. Would have never guessed." Malik mumbled.
"How old are you?" Abby peeked over my shoulder, oh my gosh I am so right.
"Twenty."
She nodded, passing my binder to Ryder.
Before anyone could get a chance to say anything, Tom came back looking sad.
Oh no.
He sighed, looking down at his feet.
"Are you—"
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