Ashton's P.O.V.
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I scowled, and saw the grade on my last test, seeing a sixty-four as the grade.
It was math.
I hate math, math is damn stupid.
I rested my head on the table, arms stretched out, and looked at my red converse. Looking back up, I looked at the clock and went outside of the university, and just walked around for a bit.
I turned my phone on and grabbed my headphones, pressing shuffle on my phone and listened to music, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans, singing softly, not staring ahead of me while walking.
As I was walking I ended up at the same coffee shop that I always go to. I walked in, walking to the cashier and ordered a cup of coffee, then walked back to the comer of the room, and sat down at the table, reading on my phone.
I had one hand on the table, and I started drumming randomly to a song I just listened to.
As I was reading, I heard a mic get set up and a guitar get played, and I heard the same voice I heard yesterday.
Luke.
Why is it that everytime I'm here, he's here too?
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okay, it's short. I know I know.
But this is just a filler, for the next chapter.
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