They met on a Tuesday in the middle of a chilly November.Both of them heading to the same place,but with different intentions.Hers being that she wanted to finish her essay just in time to receive extra credit, while his on the other hand was for a promiscuous blonde with bad habits and kinky thoughts.
Complete opposites.He was the socialite and she was the timid poet.His mind consisted of nothing but girls,drinking and himself.Hers was filled with knowledge,ambition and a passion for the literary arts.Of course she had heard of him before.She wasn't that oblivious.It seemed as if he was the main source of conversation for others.
From what she had heard she knew he definitely wasn't a person that she wanted to meet,but these people talked about him as if he was a greek god.Why?
She couldn't even begin to fathom why they would want to be friends with a trouble making,self-absorbed asshole like him.Okay, maybe that was a little harsh for her to think of him, but she wasn't far off from the truth..
He had seen her before, yes.He never acknowledged her of course.He was too busy trying to get in between another female's legs or thinking of a new way to get out of detention.Although he did notice that she had this aura about her that just screamed stay away.
So that's why when they bumped into each other on that chilly Tuesday in the middle of November he did the exact opposite.
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Amnesia
FanfictionIt was time.Time to share their story for the second time.As of now she was the only one who knew exactly how it played out.While he knew none.
