Colours speak

03

When I wake up the next morning, guess who was unfortunately on my mind...

I still can't believe he just took my number like that.
HOW DID I NOT FUCKING NOTICE?
annoying af.

Oh well I'll call him out on it if I meet him again. Which is hopefully never.
But then again what are the odds of me not seeing him when we are basically doing the same subjects in college...

Oh man

But then again well..
I don't exactly hate him.
And he isn't hard to talk to considering the fact that I'm usually about as talkative as a stone.
Also his brother has skateboards. That's a plus.

But I didn't like the way he so sneakily took my number. What a wierdo. He didn't even bother asking for me to say no Sadly. Rejection is fun when your dealing with someone who's really desperate. Okay wow I just realised that I'm incredibly evil and slightly inhumane.

I get out of bed and drag myself to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I somehow tame my hair into a ponytail and wash my face. Seriously my hair looks like it had a hangover. And I didn't even drink.

I walk into the kitchen area to see Ian already properly dressed and bustling around.
" what is wrong with you? How come ur so awake and not hungover"I say while yawning.
" high alcohol tolerance levels babe"
" not fair" I mumble. " I feel like shit"
" well you look like shit, did you even drink?"
" I had around 3 bowls of popcorn"
Ian laughs.
" its Aaron's fault. That idiot doesn't like popcorn"
" so you ate all of it" Ian completes my sentence.

"Oh would you look at that, ur already completing my sentences" I say dryly.
"We are so meant to be babe" Ian smirks causing me to snort. "

"so how was flirting with mr.i don't like popcorn"
" he's a bitch" I said rubbing my eyes.
"Wow still bitter about last night aren't you"
"I mean seriously how could I not notice"
" chill he probably won't even text you" Ian said chuckling.
" he better not" I say grimly.
" I so do not wanna be in that dudes shoes right now"
" well you got that right"

" actually I only said that because my shoes are way more fabulous."
He lifts one foot up to show me his black and white stripy sneakers while smirking.
" omg you are impossible"
..............
After I had sort of relieved myself from my popcorn hangover.. Or in other words after Ian forced me to eat breakfast, I got dressed and ready to go to class.
First official class and honestly I don't care.
Wearing a black tank top over black shorts and black sneakers, I look like the epitome of a goth.
Oh well goth is cool.

"Wow you look like a cereal killer "
Ian comments.
"Stop judging my outfit choices already."
"I will when you stop devouring my fruit loops"
"But their soo attractive" I smile smugly.
" if you want something attractive you have this" he said gesturing to himself.
I raise an eyebrow " I'm not trying to burst ur already too huge ego, but you've got nothing on fruit loops " I laugh.
"Ouch that hurt my heart"
" too bad" I grin devilishly.

We take our usual positions in class, and by that I mean I sit next to Ian.
Aaron is no where to be seen thank god.

"Charcoal " Howard cleared his throat "is where we are going to start. It's the most fundamental type of art. But don't let it deceive you, charcoal can be a bitch specially when you accidentally rub it all over your work. Be precise and careful when you use it. You'd better not look like y'all emerged from a black chimney by the time your done"