The Perfectly Surreal Coincidence

Mornings.

Just an FYI: Anything in italics are thoughts!

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Kristine's POV:

*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP* WTF?!?! *BEEP*BEEP* Where's my freakin phone...if I just stretch my arm a bit farther...OH F*CK. My phones on the floor...guess I'll have to glide off this bee..

*THUMP* "UMPH." After waking up in the most atrocious way..I finally manage to turn off my phone's alarm with my back on the floor and my calves still on my bed. I check the time and notice that it is now 8:10AM and I should've already been up so I can shower and stay on my MCAT study schedule.

"Sometimes, I wonder why I'm even attempting to conquer this hell of an exam," I say as I begrudgingly lift myself from my uncomfortable position. After doing basic yoga stretches aka leaning forward and touching my toes, I shuffle to my bathroom right down the hall. After shuffling for the light switch, it turns on and I'm greeted with the ungainly sight that is myself.

I scowl as I run my hands over my light brown waist length curly hair that is currently a frizzy mess housing of a piece of last night's pizza crust in it...Cringe. I proceed to run my hands down my face, past my relatively full eyebrows and almond shaped eyes towards my slim nose. After spending a few minutes looking at my reflection, I can acknowledge that yes I am quite dramatic at times. It's not that I think I'm ugly but I don't think I'm pretty either.

My whole life I was surrounded by beautiful women, in my family and my peers who would either nit pick or just plain pick on me. I can't tell you how many times I've had girls throw things in my hair or make fun of me for having a mother who doesn't look like me. Pretty f*cked up... I know. Even though, kids can be mean, the bullying certainly leaves a permanent scar and it has left a scar in the version of my reflection. While others may see high cheekbones and a oval shaped face...I can't help but notice the blackheads, oily film that sometimes is produced after a long day, the little bumps on my cheeks. But everyone is their worst critic ...right?

*BEEP*BEEP* At the sound of my cell alarm. I'm snapped out of my thoughts and slightly horrified I was just staring off in the mirror thinking about old wounds instead of focusing on the now. I quickly turn on the shower and hop in making sure to grab the pizza crust and toss it in the trash from the shower. After I hop out the shower, throw in some hair product to tame the curls and brush my teeth, I practically sprint to my bedroom.

Since it's only mid- October, I throw on a pair of black skinnies, a loose white v-neck and a dark grey long oversized cardigan. I gather my Chemistry study materials, toss them in my olive green satchel, slip on my black vans and walk out my apartment.

The best things about living in Washington DC is being able to live in the middle of everything.

Hunters POV:

"Mmmm...baby...good morning."

Immediately my eyes shoot open at the sound of some strange female's voice and a hand trailing down my chest. Who the hell is in my bed?!? As I turn my head towards the left I see a beautiful brunette lying on my left shoulder staring at me with "do me" eyes. After appreciating her hot face I shift my eyes south and scowl as I notice a tray with pancakes on it and a rose on the side.

Whaaaat the f****ck. I thought I told her to leave after I came. But then I did pass out after I gave her the best f*cking night of her life. As always. As I chuckle lightly to myself, the brunette perks up her head from my shoulder and asks with a sheepish grin, "What's so funny?" "You know what's funny? Me waking up to some crazy clingy chick going through my f*cking kitchen, using up my shit, and not having the decency to at least leave while I'm sleeping so I can enjoy this (hopefully) edible breakfast in bed. You know you models don't eat...who knows if you can even cook carbs?"

I'm met with a glare that would've probably made my balls shrink if I hadn't seen this look many times before. I mean I'm ok with the occasional girl sleeping over after I bang her senseless but they never stay to try to be my housewife. Before I can even get out another laugh, I'm met with a sharp sting across my right cheek. "YOU ARE SUCH AN ASSHOLE. I THOUGHT LAST NIGHT MEANT SOMETHING," the nameless brunette screams. She jumps off the bed sans clothes and throws the tray of food across my room hitting my wall.

"OK, chill the f*ck out!," I yell. "What is your problem!? I told you to get the hell out and now you're here breaking my shit?!" "DO YOU EVEN KNOW MY NAME? WE'VE BEEN IN FIVE PHOTOSHOOTS TOGETHER! DO YOU EVEN KNOW MY NAME!" she proceeds to scream while continuing to kick whatever is in her vicinity. Namely, a few of my decor chairs and clothes lying about on the floor.

Immediately I grab my phone and dial 911. I stalk over to her and shove my phone in her face and tell her that I will click dial if she doesn't get the hell out in one minute. As I watch her face turn a deeper shade of red and she begins to shake violently for about ten more seconds, she throws on her short black sequined dress, trench coat and heels and storms out.

After slamming the front door, I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, walk into my room and access the damage done. Well, she somehow managed to crack my nice f*cking wall with my tray. How a skinny girl like her managed to throw my tray with such force...I'll never know.

I run my hands roughly through my hair as I stare at the crack in my wall that seems to be slowly mirroring my life.

Screw that. Enough thinking. Time for a run.

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SOOOOO, hope you guys liked my first chapter O_O Not sure how long they'll all be but I wanted to give you all a taste !

I'll try to upload a chapter or two every night !!!