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TWO

After that strange interruption that made my mood change from my usual calm, collected state, to furious at anyone who even looked at me, I finshed getting ready for class. I pulled my hair into a braid straight down my back and put on a bit of makeup, including some concealer to hide my dark bags (which were prada if you were wondering), powder, so I wouldn't get shiny over the day, and mascara. I walked out of my apartment, heading towards the parking garage to my car (which was a piece of crap I got for my sixteenth birthday, that I loved deeply) hoping I didn't look like a human of the male gender, and most of all, hoping I wouldn't run into my egotistical neighbor with the boisterous red hair.

I didn't realize I was early until I parked my car and checked my phone to see that it was only 8:17 and my first class that started at 8:40. Taking advantage of the extra time, I played music I had on my phone out loud in my car as I got on some social media apps and sang at the top of my lungs. It wasn't until a good ten minutes later that I remembered my window was rolled down. I slowly looked up, mortified, as I saw many people in the parking lot walking towards the building that most likely heard me. This was probably the worst day of my life and it wasn't even noon yet.

I get to class and sit next to a girl that I'm kind of friends with. Her name is Sarah and she really enjoys telling me about her guy problems; something I hope I never have to deal with. The professor talked as slow as he possibly could pretty much about nothing. I swear, that class lasted five hours. 

I finally get through all my classes and start my drive home. I only have about an hours worth of writing tonight, so I'm excited to go to bed early. College is ridiculous because of all the stupid essays I have to write. As I unlock my door, I glance over to Michael's apartment. He's leaving with some Asian guy I've never seen before. I'm pretty sure Michael winked at me as I entered my house. I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see me. Whoever he was with though wasn't too bad looking but he was probably an arrogant jerk just like Michael. 

After finishing the essay for my literature class, I treated myself to a movie and some chocolate ice cream. I cuddled up with the fluffiest blanket I have in my apartment. Not even a quarter of the way through my movie, there was a knock on my door. I dramatically rolled my eyes to myself (again) as I paused the movie and got up out of my comfortable position. 

I hastily opened the door so I could get back to relaxing. When I saw Clifford the big red dog, I sighed loud enough for him to hear me on purpose, not even bothering to say hello. "Hey, Lara, I just wanted to say sorry. I was a jerk this morning. I was going to go to sleep, but I felt bad and couldn't stop thinking about our encounter earlier," Michael says, while looking at the ground. Now I felt bad for opening the door so rudely. I didn't know Michael could not act like a twelve year old. 

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We tried to make this chapter longer than the first. Hope you liked it!! Btw, if you were wondering, we are drafting basically the whole story and publishing the chapters a couple days apart. We have ideas for other stories in the future!

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