Damaged Goods

Chapter Seven

The following few weeks, nearly a month went so... go to university,party, eat, sleep, and my life had turned into a routine especially since me and Dan aren't on speaking terms. I've lost count of how many parties I've been to - some were shit at how small they were with only reaching about 8-100 people, but others being amazing reaching well over 200.

Today is Thursday and my last day of Uni for this week. 'Study day' tomorrow, but seriously who does actually study? Because that will not be me!

I hear my annoyingly loud alarm go off on my phone indicating it's 7:30, Uni starts at 9 so I have a few hours to potter about, whilst getting ready. Therefore, I plop back down in my bed and have an extra five minutes.

After the extra few minutes I hesitantly got up and redo my scrambled, messy bed. I have algebra, literature and Health today.... Yippee.

Each classes are well over an hour with the longest being two hours so I won't get out until after 5 considering I'll have breaks between lessons. Just thinking about the long day ahead of me I throw my head back in frustration and let out a loud groan.

I take a quick shower and hurry over to my closest and pick a random outfit. I peer at myself quickly in the mirror pleased with the look: a black loose-ish top with small white stripes going horizontally across it is tucked into a pair of my black ripped skinny jeans with my feet in my timberlands.

I finish off with some makeup and check the time 8:56, well shit I'm late. Oh well, I'll just say I slept in, that's if the professor even notices I'm gone.

Sad I don't have time to get Starbucks I slowly walk past the shop sulking. Godamn you Uni for starting so early. And godamn you sleep for making me wake up late!

I rant at myself the whole journey there until I'm outside the lecture room. Hurriedly I walk in and slide into my seat near the back. I don't pay attention, so i'd rather stay at the back where I'm not seen so easily because at least then I have a small chance of falling asleep due to boredom and not being caught.

And that is exactly what I did.

I fell asleep.

After 20 odd minutes, I think, of me being sound asleep I feel a nudge. Groaning I smack it away. But, a few seconds later and I feel it again this time a bit more harder and impatiently.

"Fuck off" I moan whilst lifting my head up off my arms on the desk.

"Well, that's not a very nice way of greeting someone" the voice fires back with sarcasm oozing off of it.

"Ugh, whatever. What do you want?" Eventually, I look at who is talking and if the Guiness Book Of World Records were here they would be awarding me that special plaque and my name would be written in the 2015 copy, for biggest 'jaw drop'.

"Birdie, you'll catch flies if you carry on like that." He smirks, also what the actual fuck is that nickname?! That's something old couples call each other, not older teenagers/young adults.

"Don't call me that it's creepy" I remark

"Well, can I sit there" I look to where he's pointing and surprise surprise it's right next to me

"Be my guest, but dont talk to me"

"Aren't you a little sunshine?" I scoff before resting my head back on the table

"My names Maisie by the way" I tell him because if we are going to be seated together for the rest of the semester, might as well know my name, right?