Chapter 8

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I woke up from one of the best sleeps I've had in a while, surprisingly before my alarm. A rarity for me. Feeling refreshed, I looked at my phone and noticed it was 8:15. I smiled, no more spanish class for me.

I successfully dropped the class, deciding that the number of units that I had now was overwhelming enough without the added pressure of spanish. I had 45 minutes before I had to leave for class, plenty of time.

Rolling out of bed, I stretched and made my way over to the shower. I brushed my teeth while the hot water relaxed my muscles. I washed my body and stood for a couple more minutes allowing the heat to rejuvenate my body. I thought about Micah, and how our study session went yesterday.

Just the thought of him made the butterflies in my stomach reappear. Grinning to myself I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, making my way into my bedroom. Aubree was still sound asleep to my surprise.

Emma and Lainey probably left around 7:30, but I didn't hear them. I peered out my window to check out the weather, debating on what I should wear to class today. It was sunny, and I assumed it was warm outside.

I decided on a burgundy crop top that I paired with light wash jeans. I might regret wearing jeans later, but I only have one class today. I should be able to tolerate the heat. I made my way to the restroom to check out my outfit, grinning to myself. I'm so cute.

I checked my phone. I still have 25 minutes. Going with a daring lipstick today, I picked out Lovebug. It had a reddish orange hue, and quite frankly it intimidated me a bit. Pop of color; check.

I searched my room for my basic black nike cap, tying my hair into a low bun. I noticed that I tore apart my room looking for the hat. I might clean it later.

Making my way to the refrigerator, I poured myself a glass of orange juice. I'm not the biggest fan of breakfast, but I love me some juice. As I finish off the last sip, my alarm goes off. Time to go to school.

Picking up my backpack off of the floor I check it to make sure everything I need is in it. I head out of the apartment, and the outside air feels crisp. The temperature is already warm, but not yet unbearable . I walk about 20 feet when I notice a tram approaching. I turn around and make my way towards the stop, there aren't too many people today so getting a seat won't be a problem.

I secure myself a seat on the tram and put my earphones in. That's what I like by Bruno Mars begins to play and my mood lifts even higher. So far I'm having a great morning, can this morning get any better? Then I answer myself in my head, of course it can I'm about to see Micah. I laugh to myself shaking my head.

The tram comes to a stop and I make my way to class. Normally, the two flights of stairs would have me winded. Today, they don't seem so bad. I enter the classroom, scanning the premises subtly for Micah. It appears he isn't here yet, well I am 19 minutes early. I take my seat and begin to take out my notebook and pen.

As I look up, I notice him walking in so I busy myself on my phone. He takes the seat next to me and says "Sup Sonny." Grinning cheesily.

I feel myself melt in my seat. I lamely reply with "hey."

"How was your weekend?"

"I'd say it was pretty good." I replied smiling. Before I could ask how his weekend was Maverick walked in.

"Good afternoon class. I hope you took advantage of the weekend to get ahead on the readings, based on the last quiz you guys have some studying to do."

Antonia raised her hand, she was sitting in the front row, a couple seats away from me. Maverick raised his eyebrow, "Yes?"

"Will you be handing out a study guide?"

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 19, 2017 ⏰

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