another one of the cringiest fanfics you'll ever read
WARNING: i wrote this when i was very young and stupid. there are very triggering topics so pls read with caution / unedited
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"So your parents, I'm guessing they've dealt with parties a lot?" Michael asked as we walked through the hallway together.
"Yeah. I mean it's been a long while, but you weren't here for any of the stuff that happened a few years ago so I won't bore you on the details." I shrugged as we approached our lockers.
Although it was college, if you weren't an on campus student you had the liberty of owning one of the few lockers in the campus. Ours were only a few away from each other, and happened to be in the same building. The campus was pretty small, me not choosing to go to a giant college due to how self-centered Nash got when he went to one, and the way Teddy was in his.
Smaller is just better for me.
Where your locker was depended on your major. If you were studying general studies, they'd put you wherever most of your classes would be. My major is English, me wanting to be an English teacher so obviously mine is in the English building where all of the classes are since that's where I spend most of my time.
After talking to Michael a few nights ago, I easily found out that his major is Elementary Education, therefore they put him in the English department too.
I don't know, our school is weird, but it's better than the way Teddy's was.
"Well, I don't have time right now sadly because I gotta fly all the way to science, but you can definitely take my time to tell me later?" Mikey suggested, and I looked over at him with a curious eye as I shut my locker.
My last class for today was a writing class. Yay.
"Are you asking me to hangout? Again?" I raised an eyebrow, and Mikey grew a smirk.
"Maybe. Maybe not." He bit his lip, and I couldn't help but just stare at it.
How did he manage to do this?
"I think I'll have to take you up on that offer, Richards." I smirked, calling him by his last name.
"Good. I'll pick you up tonight, at seven thirty." He winked, before stalking off.
I watched as he walked, biting my lip as I studied the way he ignored anyone that tried to speak with him due to him needing to rush to class.
Speaking of which, I better get to mine because I'm not paying all of this money for nothing.
I quickly rushed to my class, which was luckily in the same building as my locker unlike Michael's class. I made a minute before it was scheduled to start, and took my regular seat in the front of the class.
It felt nice making an actual friend here, considering the few I made barely contact me outside of homework and such. After Nat and I drifted, Nash and I stopped talking, and Teddy left me I was left with nobody, and it made me really lonely.
Almost all of my time was taken up by being alone, if it wasn't spent with family. Yeah, I work, but not all the time. Especially now that I'm in school. Work and school take up a lot of my time, but other than that I just babysit Stella and spend time alone.
