since.

mortified.

songs

all about it (ft. ed sheeran) - hoodie allen

glass girl - conor maynard

i can't feel my face - the weeknd

the end. - my chemical romance

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i walk into the huge auditorium and i'm surrounded by, literally, hundreds of people i don't know. every part of me is screaming to leave but i know i can't afford to. i need to at least try for alex's sake. my hands are shaking as i sit down at a random seat at the edge. the seat next to me is empty and I'm hoping it stays that way.

everyone in the room seems to be in a conversation and i don't have the energy, or wanting, to talk to anyone. i busy myself looking over my notes from the last time i attended this class. or should i say alex's notes because he sent them to me. when i first started the class, i tried to take notes, but it became clear that he cared a lot more about the class than i did.

the professor runs into class and everyone scrambles to their seats. i smile to myself when no one sits next to me. at least i won't have to put up with anyone in this bs class. my professor starts roll and seems almost shocked when she calls,
"perrin sanford."
"h-here."
my classmates turn their heads to catch a glimpse of me for the first time in four weeks. and then the whispers start.

"alright class, quiet. i said quiet! good to have you back ms. sanford."
i give her a nod and try to be as small as possible. this is the worst thing that possibly could have happened and i feel like either throwing up or dying. maybe both.

a lecture begins on feminism in art and i try my best to quickly type down what we're learning. the lesson is quickly cut off by the doors in the back of the lecture hall flying open.
"ah mr. davenport. what a pleasure to have you join class. how many tardies is this now?"
he points his fingers like a gun with a huge grin on his face, "i think my tally is at 23 now. you know what they say better late than absent."

my professor continues on the lesson, while guess where mr. i'm tardy to class decides to sit. that's right, right next to yours truly. his dark brown hair is styled nicely for someone who looks like he just woke up. now i understand going to class in pajamas, but only if they sort of look like clothes. this guy has on rocket ship pajama pants and a black tshirt. if he talks to me i may lose my mind.

"hey do you have the notes from the first part of class?" that does it.
"yep and if you were here so would you."
"ouch harsh. so there's no chance of me snaking them off of you then."
"snaking?"
"it's a thing look it up... notes?"
"get your own damn notes."
"that's what i'm trying to do."

"if you came into class on time you wouldn't have this problem."
"oh i get it, you're mad because i sat here instead of your usual boy. well i'm sorry i took his seat but you really can't judge me for being late when you've been absent for the past few weeks."
"..."
"i'm kit by the way."
"perrin."
"pleasure."
"i'm not going to patronize you."
"well nice meeting you. gotta go. if you need the notes from the second half of class you could, maybe, ask me nicely. see ya around."

what the hell just happened.

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yep i added a new character. kit and perrin are frenemies for the time being. can't wait to show you more of them. i think i have most of the book planned out and how characters will develop.

i went on a run today because i have felt weak not walking 15 miles every day. america is so much more relaxed than spain. i also tried to bake cookies in my car today but it wasn't hot enough which kind of sucked.

if you have been reading this don't be shy to comment. i appreciate them.

update: there is now a picture of nathan saignes as kit for your enjoyment (: