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tidsoptimist (n.) a person who is always late because they believe they have more time than they do; a time optimist
[origin : swedish]

Just five more minutes in English. And then AP European and XC. And then I can go home, I thought as I glanced at the clock in English Lit and sighed. Today was practically just a repeat of yesterday and the only upside was I had no attack of any sort and I have no migraine.

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AP Euro could not have been any more uneventful. We had a lecture on the age of absolutism; and it doesn't help when you have a teacher who speaks with a monotone voice and can't even smile.

And now here I was, doing everything I can to not talk myself out of going to practice. It was only the second day and I already want out.

You won't be saying that after you finish your first meet, a voice snapped in head.

Just shut up, I retorted.

I wasn't even going home after practice; Hunter texted me during AP Euro, asking to meet up at the coffee shop from yesterday. He wanted to talk some more since he had to leave abruptly and I just couldn't say no to him.

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"Hey Adri! How-

"Oh, actually I'll hug you... another time?" The ass had the audacity to look appalled when he knew I just came from practice.

"No, I want a hug right now," I said seriously, arching an eyebrow, shamelessly standing in the middle of the shop in just track shorts and a racerback tank.

"Do you now," he pulled me by the waist and dipped me as the bass in the song dropped. He pulled me back to my full height and their was a terribly evil smirk on his face. Bitch!

"Fuck yourself, Hunter," I smiled widely.

"But I thought you were doing that for me?" He asked in feigned confusion.

"Oh wait," he continued before I could speak, "That's what you're going to do to Phoenix!"

"Okay, you are the biggest asshole ever. Goodbye, I'm leaving," I pulled away from his hold and started towards the door.

"No, no, no," he whined and pulled me back by my wrist, "Adriii, I was playing," he pouted.

"Hunter, I hate, no actually I don't, I love to break it to you, you're not cute," I pulled away once again, this time making my way to the booth where he had his stuff. He slid in across me moments later, the pout still playing on his face.

"Aw, is my baby boy sad," I pouted now, "Well I can't help you, so help yourself," I said in faked rudeness. It is just so great to mess with Hunter.

"Are you on your period, or are you simply PMSing, cause you hurt my feelings," he frowned, his bottom lip jutting out. And though he tried to look sad, he looked anything but, he looked adorable.

"I hurt your feelings?" I asked incredulously, pointing at myself, "Bitch ass mother trucker! You refused to hug me!"