One more night

Chapter 2

I made it to my house safely. Grabbing my phone I search the nearest pizza place, that of course delivered. Sleep was striking it's way on me when the door bell echoed through my apartment. Pouting I slide on my fuzzy slippers making my way to the door. Swinging the door open my money in hand.
"How much?" I spoke sleepily.
"That'll be $15.67" he said.
I handed him a 20 and grabbed the pizza box.
"Movie night?" He asked swaying back and forth. I raise an eyebrow looking up at him.
"Uh no just me didn't feel like cooking tonight"I said.
"What's a pretty girl like you not having someone to be with?" He smirked exposing pearly white teeth. I blush immediately pulling a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Pretty I'm below pretty. But thank you.. have a good night" I softly spoke smiling. He smiled back nodding making his way to the elevator, looking back at me he waved. Waving back he smiled one more time, bent down and pulled his pizza cap off, his long hair falling over. "I hope to see you sometime" he said smiling. Shutting the door I lean against it, my cheeks a bloodshot red.

After a couple slices of pizza, I decide it's time to study before I sleep. Making my way to my room I dump my belongings out of my backpack. My eyes scrolling through papers writing down every important detail.... Then I realized I was missing something. Everything wasn't organized because I was missing that one thing. My notebook. I must've left it in English. Cursing myself I shake my head in defeat. "Tomorrow... I'll get it tomorrow" I mumble before I fall asleep.

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Sprawled across my bed I look up at the ceiling my vision still a little blurry since I just woke up. Turning my head slightly looking out my balcony window seeing the depressing gray sky blanket over the city. Biting my lip gently I get up.
'This is gonna be a good day' I think to myself sarcastically.
Feeling around my closet I grab a pair of jeans and a sweater. Making my way to the bathroom dragging my feet as I walk. I love the water,when it's hot. Especially running down my skin smoothly, like butter on bread. I melt into myself at times and forget how long I've been taking. Washing all the soap away I grab my towel stepping out carefully. Looking at myself in the mirror I examine my figure, long wavy brown hair, dark brown eyes, "thick boned" as many of you call it. I never liked my figure, it wasn't slender like many boys love, wasn't "slim thick". Overall it was a me I didn't necessarily like. Blinking back tears I slip on my jeans buttoning them up, and a sweater to cover all my flaws. Grabbing my bag, I grab my car keys, the same old routine. Never fails.

8am I was at the school. Science, next, History, next, Medical, next.... English. 1:50. Rubbing my face frustratingly I sit once more at the front. Tapping my foot as the professor read us along the book. The door flings open and catches me off guard, the boy, his tattoos piercing through his white v-neck, jeans, with military boots. He makes his way to the seat next to me.
"May I?" He asks. My throat blocking whatever I was trying to say. Nodding is all I could do. He sits. His hand slowly pushes a book to me and I smile.
"Thank you" I whisper.
"Yeah whatever. Just pay attention more instead of trying to get away from me like I'm some type of monster" He hisses.  My eyebrows sew together cocking my head to look at him. "Excuse me" I managed to choke out.
"I don't like repeating myself" He says keeping his eyes on the board. Blinking I growl, anger sweeping over me I push my stuff in my bag getting up.
"Mr.Kem if you would please excuse me I just don't feel good" I say between clenched teeth. He nods noticing me boiling up if I stayed any longer the cap would come off the shaken bottle. Quickly walking out I hear steps following me. Turning on my heel the boy pushes into me knocking my bag off me.
"You're angry? How so? I mean let's be real here you put yourself in this situation I was clearly speaking the truth. Didn't have to make a scene" He laughs.
"I don't even know you, leave me alone. You're rude, disrespectful and I don't need that from someone who knows nothing about me" I spoke loudly. He raises an eyebrow making me melt immediately.
"I don't have to know you but you have some serious anger issues doll face " he smirks.
Gasping in anger I push him, grabbing my bag leaving the college.
"He's a rude... how can he just.... why would... ugh" I put my face to my hands shaking my head. I slowly drag myself to my car, getting in. I needed something to get my mind off of everything.... Especially him. Driving to my apartment I run my thumb on my phone debating if I should call my bestfriend.

As I got to my apartment door I dial her number quickly. Silently waiting.
"Karma?" I hear. Sighing in relief I smiled to myself.
"Kimberly hey" I laughed.
"What's wrong?" She questioned, she knew me so well she can hear the emotion in my voice.
"I just missed you.... any parties tonight" I smiled.
"Uh well yes... you wanna come. I can pick you up" she spoke softly.
"To get my mind off college and be with you. Of course"

We talked for another 10 minutes. Saying our goodbyes I rest my phone on the counter. Proudly going to my room. I needed this. I was always so uptight, so "perfect". One party, one mistake wouldn't hurt.