Silly lil story's

☆*:.｡. o(We Meet Again)o .｡.:*☆

I was walking around my campus, I haven't traveled to this part of campus before.. it was a little new to me. I unzipped my brown leather jacket, walking into my first class of the afternoon. I was already exhausted.. I haven't drunk any coffee today and I woke up an hour ago. Somebody kill me. I sat in my seat, tapping my pen on the table as I waited for the professor to enter the room.

Another student across the room sat quietly in his seat, he was on his phone typing and listening to music. His fingers twirling around the wired headphones.

For some reason, I kept zoning out, but while I was doing so.. I recognized someone..? Maybe I was going crazy. Maybe it's because of the lack of not having coffee..I thought to myself. Tapped my pen on the desk repeatedly, looking at my phone, looking back up at the boy once in awhile. Then I got an idea. I picked up a piece of paper from my journal, crumbling in up and throwing it at him. This Is a great idea.totally.

And surprisingly, the paper actually hit the boy. He turned to look left and right to see who was in the auditorium and throw paper at him, but didn't see anyone so he looked behind him to see a somewhat familiar face..?

"Hey... don't I know you..?" , I said walking down to his row to where he sat. Towering above him as he sat. " you look so ... familiar.. I swear. Can I ask your name-?"

"Sakado..?" I said in the questioning voice, looking at the person in front of me. My eyes looked a couple of times before finally staying on him.

I began to smirk a bit, "yo.. no way, I think I know you.. did you go to ***** middle school?" I said. Hopefully I didn't seem crazy. " I'm Charlie, you remember me?" I said placing a hand on the table infront of the familiar boy.

"Charlie...?"

I said in a quiet mumble, straining my eyes looking at him properly... maybe it was him? "Is he the same jerk who he used to be back in high school not even doing the project to help.?" I pushed that thought to the back of my mind finally realizing who he was.

"Charlie."

I said in a groggy voice, rolling my eyes at him slightly .

He began to laugh a bit." Oh cmon, your not happy to see little ol' me-?" I said tucking my hands into my pockets, with a stupid cocky smile on my face.

" you look different? well, I could say the same for myself..". He looked interesting, way more than middle school. He was such a little nerd.

"Yup.."

I said, popping the 'p' as I spoke, my eyes retreating from his. I hated holding a grudge, but I'm just not going to forget him.

"I'm not the lil "Suki" I use to be.."

I said that stupid nickname under my breath I hated it- no I absolutely despised it.

" I remember that... no hard feelings eh?"I said shrugging, holding my hand out for a handshake. ... he was not shaking my hand.. like 5 awkward seconds passed.. so I pulled away.

" ahaha... anyway!" I said awkwardly." I'll call you sakado from now on. " I turned away, before turning my head to look back. " I'll be here when you stop being emo." I said laughing walking off.

As if I wasn't the one with a damn lip peircing and black combat boots on. Still kind of a jerk, but not as bad as middle school.

I stared at him as he walked off my eyes staring daggers into him I scoffed and rolled my eyes, going back to my phone and listening to my music. "Ass clown.." I'm mumbled under my breath, scowling. He still a jerk that's for sure. At least he's respectable now...