Cliché // a.i.

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I've literally been waiting all week just to update this dang story, so I hope you enjoy. I'll post another chapter later tonight. Happy reading! - Jess (:

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Friday, September 5th, 2014

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Julie dragged me out of the house to buy clothes today. She says my style is "non-existent". The real reason she wants to go shopping is so she can get clothes for the party tomorrow.

She spent nearly a billion years in Forever 21, so I wandered off to find a Starbucks.

Yes, I'm a college girl, barely making enough money to make ends meet, and yet my small world seems to start and end with over-priced coffee.

Cliché.

I ordered my latte, and after I grabbed it, I turned around and being the klutz I am, spilt it all across someone's chest. That someone being Maths Boy. He said something like "fancy meeting you here," and I stood there looking like a fool. I'm sure my cheeks were bright red. He then proceeded to embarrass me even more by buying me another coffee, and writing his number in bold red sharpie across the side. "just incase you forgot it," he had assured me, brushing his thumb over my hand as he handed it back.

Cliché.

The entire situation from start to finish was straight out of some crappy fan fiction.

I told you my life is a cliché.

I just made some strong coffee, (yes, I made coffee after I went to Starbucks) and I'm sitting at the table desperately trying to make some sense of my homework. Stupid college. Stupid papers.