The class was finally over. I was the first one out the door. As much as I love journalism, I hated his class. He was so boring. I pulled out my phone and texted Faith, telling her I was on the way to the coffee shop.
I opened a text from my boyfriend.
"Wanna meet up later at our place for dinner ;)," the text said. I smiled a bit.
"I would lo-" My phone flew out of my hand as I landed hard on the ground. My papers went everywhere.
"Watch where your going," a males voice said as I rubbed my shoulder. I squeezed my fist tight.
"Me watch where I'm going?" I nearly yelled. "Your the one who knocked me to the fucking ground!"
The young man rubbed an area of his chest where my shoulder must have hit him.
"Me! Your the one texting while walking!"He yelled as I started to pick up my papers.
"You were doing the same thing too!" I said looking at the phone face down not to far from him. I collected my papers and put them in my bag. He stood and, up putting a few books is his satchel. I stood up and brushed some leaves off of me.
He checked his phone and his jaw dropped.
"You're getting my phone fixed."
I started to walk towards the coffee shop.
"I don't have time for this shit!"
"Fuck you!"
"Go to hell!"
"Bitch!"
"Dick!"
If he said anything else I didn't hear him. I walked into the warm coffee shop. I couldn't help but look out the window to see the boy with curly hair storm off.
"He's a really asshole," I looked down at my phone to see the abstract designs the cracks made. I took of my bag and ran outside. "HEY!" I yelled before he turned the corner. He turned around and stared at me.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!"
"YOU CRACKED MY PHONE!" I held it up straight in the air.
"SOUNDS PERSONAL!" He turned around and rounded the corner.
"This son of a..." A faint drop of rain fell on my forehead and I went back inside. I sat down. He is such a jerk. I read silently until Faith came in.
She ordered to coffees and then came to the table. I looked up from my book.
"What happened," she looked concern.
"Well this asshole bum-,"
"Not you, your phone," she picked it up carefully than looked at me. She smiled at. "What," she laughed.
"You're pissing me off." My voice came out monotone.
"Damn," she sat down and handed my a drink,"okay now for real what's wrong." I explained to her the whole situation.
"What did he look like," she was resting her hand on her head.
"He had long black curly hair, and he must be Dominican or something," I huffed in frustration. Even just thinking about him angered me.
"Oh I know him," she perked up a bit,"he's in my political class."
"I feel sorry for you," I took a sip on my coffee as it brought me comfort. My phone buzzed.
"Tell Nathan to shut up," Faith said. I looked down at my phone.
"Crap," I picked up my phone and quickly texted him back before he got to mad.
"He's no good."
I know.
"I'm meeting him tonight."
"He's an ass."
I know.
"He's not that bad."
"Hazel," she grabbed my hand and looked me dead in the eye, "you can't raise a man."
I'll figure out how too.
"I know."
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