Chapter two: My sarcasm just kills it.

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   Saturday was good.

I woke up around eleven in the morning, found a cup of iced coffee and some donuts on my bed table along with a note that said:

'Got invited to go shopping and then dinner with a family friend, thought you'd want some breakfast.

Okay, I just felt bad leaving you alone. Enjoy the Donuts. Xx Jude'

She is so sweet; I'll have to return this favor at some point.

The left of the day went by pretty quickly; I took a walk around the streets near the campus, bought some copybooks and blinders for my classes. I ate lunch at Mc Donald's, in the afternoon I mostly just read one of my favorite books 'Eleanor And Park' by Rainbow Rowell, skyped with my parents and slept. For dinner I had some Alfredo Macaroni in this Italian place, it was good; I'll have to introduce it to Jude. Speaking of which, she came back around 10pm, showed me the new outfit she bought, and told me about her day. After she cleaned herself up and stripped down to pajamas, we settled on watching Finding Dory and going to bed early.

Sunday though, is going to be a bad day with a capital B.

I woke up five minutes ago, and its half past eight; my first class is at nine. Right now I'm on my way to take a shower because I didn't yesterday. I'm going to be so late!

Want to know how I ended up in such a hurry?

Smart little me forgot to set an alarm, of course Jude being the sweetheart she is, woke me up at ten minutes to eight before she left for her first class at eight, but once she left the room I fell back asleep instantly, and now here I am, totally freaking out! I don't even know where my class is for god's sake!

Once I finish showering (I did it in five minutes, new world record everybody) I realize that I forgot to bring clothes, oh my god; this day can't get any worse, I wrap my towel around me super tightly and start running for my room, at this moment I really wish we had private bathrooms.

I'm halfway there when I bump into something, or more specifically someone, and just to be clear; it's a he, luckily for me the dude has got a nice reflex, he steadies me before I fall on my butt, revealing god knows which parts of my naked body and embarrassing myself even further.

"Wow there, why are you in such a hurry?" The mysterious guy asks. When I look up from his chest (my head somehow ended up there, yes, and let me tell you he had a nice chest) I realize that he's actually pretty cute, and not the: oh my god you have a baby face let me pinch your cheeks; cute, the oh my god you're hot and handsome can I kiss your lips; cute. The greenest eyes I've ever seen in my entire life, they aren't the green you're used to, more like olive green, brown short hair, styled as you'd imagine the hair of an American Golden Boy would be.

"I'm super late to my first class ever in university, forgot to put an alarm and then forgot to bring clothes to the showers, hence why I'm naked, I mean just wearing a towel. Oh my god sorry I'm rambling" Dang, he's going to run for his life.

... But he didn't

Actually, he laughed, like literally erupted in a crazy fit of laughter, the one when you can't even catch your breath.

"You should've seen your face oh my god, stop freaking out; its okay, everybody is late for their first class. I'm Adam" He holds his hand for me to shake, and I take it; don't worry I'm still holding my towel with my left hand.

"Salma" I simply reply, I'd like to stay and chat, but I'm running late, I don't want to be late

"What's your first class?" Guess we're not done talking.

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