skirts; s.w ♡.

00:03

I knocked on Sammy's door once again. I was getting impatient. I've been standing here under this dark and cloudy weather for over 3 minutes! What in the world is he doing? This idiot must not realize that I don't have all day!
I was going to knock on the door one last time but by them time my fist was close to even touching the door, Sammy opened it with some older girl behind him. The girl gave me a smile and waved and walker away. I wonder who she was.

"Hey Celine. You look nice."

I looked down at my outfit. It was a striped dress with a flannel tied around my waist. I wore white converse and I had my Louis Vuitton handbag. I got that for Christmas from Xander. I don't know why but I'm pretty sure I blushed. Why!?

"Uh Thanks. Who was that?"

"Why are you jealous?"

"No! I was just asking."

"Chill C. I'm just joking. Thats my older sister Emily but call her Em."

"O-okay."

He walked me up a staircase and there was multiple doors. He led me towards one that was the farthest down the hall. It was kind of isolated from the others seeing as there was a gap between the doors. It was his room. It was painted a dark grey. His bed was positioned in the middle with white, grey, and blue bed sheets. A door was just a couple feet from his bed and another across the room. He had a small couch placed. There was also a desk with a small trash can and off to the side. It was fairly clean for a boy.

We got to work on our essay. We, meaning I had gotten 2 pages done within 30 minutes. During those 30 minutes all Sammy did was throw paper balls and slide his hand up and down my thigh. And I would always swat his hand away. I am not trying to cheat on my boyfriend. Karma will get him not me.

"Listen Samuel, I am leaving. You have done nothing but touch me and throw stuff. If you are not going to contribute then tell me now so I can go."

"No! I'll work. Please stay."

"Okay. Good. Read this. How should I conclude this paragraph?"

"By writing this is the end of the paragraph obviously."

"Well would you look at the time?! I have to go. Bye Samuel."

"No stay!"

"Samuel you have done nothing. I'm leaving. You don't even know how to write a conclusion sentence!"

"....."

I got up and marched out the room. I have done all the work and he has done nothing. I might as well just write the rest myself. It was probably for the best. Why did I have this feeling of hurt when he said nothing about me leaving? Did he want me to leave?

//Time Skip//

It took me awhile to finish this essay but I did. I printed it and laminated the five pages. I wasn't going to put Sammy's name but it was a partnered essay after all. Oh well. I get the option to feel proud when I get a A on this because I did it myself.

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A/N:
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~Cristal