By the end of my flashback I was already tearing up. Just the thought of us breaking up hurt me in so many ways, but I didn't want to think much of it, so I closed my eyes and embraced him with all the strength I had. " Babe, we need to go to class, you know?" He managed to squeeze out, and I sighed a bit while looking around. There was nothing exciting about going to class, He's a year older than me and he is graduating, so I guess I should cut him some slack and walk with him to my first period. since we don't wear uniforms, my everyday attire is just jeans or tights, with a long cardigan or comfy sweatshirts and my Vans, while his is jeans, some expensive brand shirts and sweaters, with his known brand shoes.
Looking at my schedule, I notice I have University English first. Folding the paper in my hand, I feel him wrap his arm around my waist, holding me so I don't fall on my face, what a sweetheart.
Kissing him goodbye, I walk inside the classroom. Examining the class, I notice the amount of motivational quotes that are hung up around almost ever aspect of the walls. Great, I thought, these quotes better keep me motivated to finish this course. I take a seat towards the front of the classroom, and pray nobody sits beside me.
Hey! Guess we're elbow partners!, I hear an eerie voice squeal beside me. I hesitantly turn my head to the side, and see an imperfect, concealed and highlighted girl staring at me intently. I watched as her smile faded a bit, and by the looks of it , I guess my face was still in a position where not even myself would recognize me.
Shooting her a small smile and kind wave, I watch her take a seat next to me.
The day went by speedily, with the imperfect, concealed and highlighted elbow partner texting me each period, I realize that I never even got her name. Sucks , I thought, maybe tomorrow I'll ask.
Meeting my boyfriend at his locker, I wait patiently for him to come out of chemistry.
Let's get some coffee he sighs heavily. As I let him drag me off to the only place that keeps us sane.
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Coffee
Romancelove means everything, to him and to me. but love can get in the way of things.
