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Because of You // Lana Del Rey

i sat in class at my desk tapping reluctantly on the floor with the heel of my shoe.

jack called me last night and we had a long conversation and i apologized for being a bitch.

apparently he is coming to straighten me out in a week or so and we are moving to vegas.

ahh. jack always was a dreamer.

my professor scribbled tons of notes on the chalk board silently and i looked around the room. i could tell i wasnt the only confused one in the room.

once he stopped he looked at all of us.

"welcome to Stanford. and welcome to advanced child development 304. i am Professor Wiley and all i will do is write down what you should know each day. you are responsible for noting it in your own words and figuring it out. i will also pass back all your homework for the year. but i will not grade it. in fact... i wont even look at it. you decide if you wanna do it or not. but, we all will see who decided to do it when you get your final in 4 months. i will be grading you on powerpoints about a topic of your choice once a month worth 200 points and showing up on time everyday worth 10 points. Good luck everyone. i hope you pass my class."

as the professor went to sit at his desk, everyone exchanged looks and i put my head on my desk, hungover and upset.

then i began jotting down my notes.

//

"what the fuck is an APGAR scale?" i asked jack looking at my notes.

"its a series of tests they do on newborns 1 minute and 5 minutes after delivery, to make sure the baby is healthy."

i sighed. "in depth please..."

"okay. they check to see if the baby is responsive, heart rate is good, skin turns pink rather than blue, how loud the baby cries... yada yada yada..."

"hm. noted." i struggled to say under my exhaustion.

"babe, i think you should get some sleep, you sound tired."

i moaned. "i have to shower, and eat, and smoke, and clean still."

"well how about this... take a shower, eat something and do the rest tomorrow."

"jack i have to smoke i--" someone knocked on my door.

"uh, hold on jack...someone is at my door?" i hung up and walked to my door confused as to why someone would be at my apartment at 2am.

it was blue.

"oh...hey." i smiled putting my oily hair behind my ear.

"hey, can i come in?"

"uh, yeah...yeah you can." i kicked some stuff out of the way and opened the door.

we both sat on the couch in silence.

"so can i uh- can i get you something to drink? water, milk....?"

"nah im cool shorty. i wanted to apologize for the way i walked out a few weeks ago and never said anything again. that was a pussy move and im sorry."

i smiled. "its cool.... i kinda forgot about that actually. but i appreciate your apology."

we hugged and he went over to the door.

"well. ill catch you soon lady." he winked and walked out.

fuck my heart was fluttering.