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5.

MrsAustinCMahone here's an update for you😘😘

Last chapter didn't get an many reads as I wanted...😭 but I think it has to do with Wattpad not giving a notification.

5. Well, I Could've Told You That.

The next morning I wake up tangled with Austin on his bed, the sheets on the floor, his body practically on top of mine. I yawn and stretch out the best I can, making Austin groan.

"Stop moving" He groggily mumbles, rolling onto his back. He falls back asleep, wrapping his arm tightly around my body.

Until I look at the time that is.

"Fuck!" I yell, jumping out of his bed.

"Parker, what the fuck?" He huffs, sitting up and rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"I have class in five minutes!" I yell, running through the bathroom to my room, putting on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I lazily tie my hair into a ponytail and brush my teeth as quickly as possible (which my dentist would not be happy about) before sliding on a pair of shoes.

"Babe!" Austin huffs, placing his hands on my hips.

"What?" I yell, my tone angrier than intended.

"Baby, you're acting crazy, calm down" He squeezes my hips gently.

"Don't call me that!" I point a stern finger at him. He knows I hate when he calls me crazy, yet he still decides to do it.

Men.

"I'm sorry, but calm down" He kisses my cheek "You'll be fine"

"Not if I'm late, which you're going to make me be if you don't let me go" I take his hands off of me "I'll be back later"

"I want a kiss first" He grabs my wrist.

"No! I don't have time" I yank my wrist from his grip grabbing my bag and running out of my room and hurrying to my class. From constantly being late to this class I've learned a few things.

Never take Saturday classes.

Make sure of you do they're not at 8 o'clock in the morning.

Don't party on a Friday.

Don't go to a party with Austin, get drunk with him, and not set an alarm for the next day.

Almost every time I've been late to this class it had to do with Austin. He either hogged the sink, or shower. He stole my books so I'd have to find them. He'd make up a story on how much he needs my help. Or he'll seduce me and make me want to stay with him.

All of which I crumble to his every action.

Finally reaching the lecture hall, I walk in through the back door taking a seat in my usual spot, my professor not noticing.

Or so I thought...

"Ms. Parker, nice of you to join us" He exclaims "I was just going over a project where I'm making you guys write a skit, all of which will be graded. What I didn't tell them is the best one will be performed with the help of my students majoring in theatre and my wonderful playwrights"

I mentally groan and roll my eyes, sinking deeper into my seat. This wasn't my thing. I don't write plays, nor do I perform them. I barely even watch them. I appreciate a modern day Romeo and Juliet, but only because the movie had Leonardo DiCaprio and I can stare at that man all day.

But there are no hot playwrights, or theatre majors in this school. They're all female or nerdy.

And I don't do female, or nerdy.