I grab my books that rest on the desk and throw it in my bag, I look around to see if I have forgotten anything. I turn around to grab the novel me and my group have been working on for the whole summer.
Then shove it deep into the backpack.
My phone lights up with a text.
Celeste: who is picking me up?
Mark: we're all going in my car.
Rose: please tell me you cleaned that nasty bitch.
Mark: please tell me you cleaned that nasty hair.
Rose: fuck off my hair is better than your middle east oily nest that's placed on your hair.
Amaryllis: guys which chapters did you write in the novel.
Rose: 1-13
Mark: I wrote 14-26
Celeste: I didn't write anything, I was given the job to edit everything and check on Grammer mistakes.
Amaryllis: ok so everyone did their job, I wrote from 27-42.
Rose: And we all knew Mark would write the least.
Mark: Rose I swear I will leave you in your house and not pick you up.
Victor: what are you guys talking about?
Mark: About the novel we have to send to our professor, that made us work on it the whole summer!
Victor: ouch.
A laughter leaves my mouth as I close my phone placing it in my pocket, my hands scattering everywhere thru my unorganized desk to find my earphones.
When I find them I go to the porch of my house and wait for Mark while listening to music.
I zone out of reality and go to my imagination, the beats organizing the thoughts.
I get another buzz on my phone and when it doesn't stop I get annoyed and go to turn off my notifications.
I mute the group then scroll up to find out there were 83 messages in the span of 5 minutes.
Then when I see one of the notifications being the unknown number, I immediately stop the melody and lyrics go to a static sound.
When I opened his bar, he had sent me 2 photos, it was his acceptance letter to the university with a full scholarship.
I roll my eyes knowing he just did that to show off, I refuse to admit that he was that smart enough to even look at a scholarship in this university.
He probably just tortured some innocent soul till they would beg him to let them go. I roll my eyes and clench my jaw.
When I scroll to the second picture my bottom teeth separate from the top. His schedule was exactly like mine.
Every single timing was the exact same, even the same break, he had every class I had.
How the fuck did he do that.
I immediately shut it off, shove it deep down my pocket hoping it gets buried for eternity.
Never have I ever been this in hatred to someone, I wanted to block but I just realized we have the same class so I can give him what he gave me.
YOU ARE READING
Eyed Well
Romance"You fucking manwhore!" I point the knife at his throat as he backs up a little, his hands in the air a sign of defeat, a sign only he will show me. "You think that this is a joke." I drag the knife lower to his stomach, his smirk still on his lips...
