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Chapter 3

The next day I didn't show up to Drama class, e-mailing Miss Dawson, telling her I was feeling sick. She answered me a couple of minutes later, telling me it was okay for me to miss one of her lectures, but that I also had to make sure to copy someone's notes in order to not fall behind in class. Haha. As if. I could have gone to none of her lectures and I'd still have an A.

The main reason I didn't go to Drama class, was because of Louis. With him being in the Theatre and Performance department, TP for short, and me being in the Creative Writing department, CW for short, the only class we had together was Drama. He had Drama because, well, it's obvious why, and I had that class because CW students got to write scripts for the TP students. We weren't exactly the nicest of people; we would often embarrass them just to put on a show for ourselves.

That's why there were two departments in one faculty building. That wasn't the case with others, as far as I knew. We were only here together because of Drama class, and saying that made Drama sound like it wasn't one of the most important subjects in our departments, when that's what it exactly is.

The ringing of the bell that could be heard all the way up to the dorms was what pulled me out of my thoughts. I took a deep breath and took in my surroundings, and the first thing that came to my mind was "What the fuck?". I'd actually managed to stare outside the window during the entire 45 minutes, thinking about departments and Louis.

As I was standing up, I couldn't help but shiver at the thought of his name. After what happened yesterday, I avoided TP students the entire day, some of them even being my close friends, in fear I'd see him again. I wasn't ready to face him again, and I don't think I ever will be.

I sighed, and noticed that I had subconsciously packed my books for my next class. I put my small backpack onto my back, and checked the time. Upon doing that, I frowned the hardest I had all day; it was 1:45pm, meaning we had a one hour lunch break.

I sighed again and flopped onto my bed, pulling my backpack off my back unwillingly, and walked out of the dorm I shared with my best friend Caitlyn, in order to find her. I went outside to an already crowded yard, and tilted my head down. I didn't want to be recognized by anyone; especially not him.

Speaking of the Devil, I noticed him a few feet away from me and as I was about to walk away as quickly as I could, I couldn't help but see changes in the way he acted; there were girls around him, of course, but he didn't seem to notice any of them. His friends were obviously cracking jokes and everyone was laughing; everyone but him. He just kept his plastic cup close to his face, with a forced smile on it. I knew that look; I had seen it on myself many times. It's the look where you just want to be left alone with your thoughts. Is it possible that Louis is feeling like that? Could it be because of what happened yesterday?

Was he upset because of me?

Before I could ask anymore questions or answer the ones I'd already asked myself, I heard someone calling my name. I turned to my right and, sure enough, Caitlyn was walking toward me with a smile on her face.

"Hey! You feeling better?" she asked as she hugged me.

"Yeah," I said awkwardly. I'd told her that I was feeling sick, too. I just wasn't capable of telling her what had exactly happened and why I could never be excited about going to Drama class again.

"Good! Come on, some food will make you feel even better," she said and dragged me past Louis. Luckily he hadn't seen us, and just as I was sighing in relief, I heard another person shout my name.

"Aye, Lori, Cait! Get over here guys!" a guy with a thick Scottish accent shouted from behind us. I smiled and turned around, knowing it was Eli, one of my close friends from TP.