i stood there in shock, mouth agape, struggling to comprehend what just happened. should've known his 'reputation' was more important than anything to him i say to myself, my mouth closing as i shrug it off with mild anger. seeing as it was now 9 pm, i decide to go to bed. i throw on a random oversized tee and no pants and walk over to my bed, snuggling into the covers and blankets as the oh-so-needed sleep engulfs me.
the next day, time-skip because who would want a detailed dialogue of you sleeping brought to you by the fact im touch starved~
beep beep beep
the sound of my alarm fills my room, causing me to groan in protest. i slowly open my eyes, rubbing them as i sit up, throwing my legs over the side of the bed. i grab my phone, looking at the time. 8:47 am it reads, meaning i have 30 minutes give or take to get ready for class. I'm majoring in philosophy. yeah, bet you didn't see that one coming. my first class of the day was just music, so i didn't do much, considering none of my friends were in that class. i shower quickly, washing my greasy, tangled brown hair. i step out of the show, walking over to my closet. i pull out a pair of black and white vertical striped high waist skinny jeans, a sheer mesh top with a v-neck black tank-top over it, a blue denim jacket with the sleeves rolled, and a few necklaces. (based off of the outfit i worse 2 days ago bc I'm unoriginal) i grab my small bag and purse, shoving my phone and wallet into it before heading to class. i walk in, seeing as I'm early and take a seat in the back. i pull out my phone and decide to listen to music and scroll through twitter. Pierce The Veils king for a day blasts through my earbuds as i scroll through my mentions and timeline. soon enough, everybody- well, i thought so- was here, so class begun. after about 8 minutes, the one and only remington leith opens the door slamming it behind him, searching for a seat. "you're late, leith." the lecturer hisses. a simple "mhm" is all that remington manages, before spotting the only open seat, which just so happened to be next to me. i know. cliche huh. he rolls his eyes and walks over to the seat, his lanky-ass self barely being able to manage. i look over at him and he's just staring off somewhere, so i decide to just not look at him.
"as i was saying, were doing a project. your task is to write and create a song, then record it. this project will be due one week from now and will be done with partners-" the class sighs of relief "-that i will be assigning." he finishes, causing the class to groan with discontent. I lean my head on my hand, sighing. "i will now list of the partners. please write them down."
"tyler and josh"
"vic and kellin"
"dan and phil"
"iva and remington"
oh for fuck's sake.
I groan, rather loudly, and slam my head onto my desk. i feel remingtons eyes beating into me but i don't give in.
"well well well. were just meant to be, aren't we?" he says sarcastically, venom laced in his tone. "why are you being such a prick? who the fuck pissed in your cereal?" i repond with the same amount of sarcasm and venom. i hear him scoff before sliding me a piece of paper, getting up, and walking away. i look up and grab the paper, reading it.
"xxx-xxx-xxxx
my number. call me so we can do the project. that's it."
i scoff, putting the number into my phone hesitantly.
time skip to after class
I'm sitting at a subway, casually eating until I realize i need this project done. i pull out my phone, clicking on remingtons contact and sending him a quick message.
💬
from: me
hi. when can we get this project done? i have things to do 💬
from: rem
i don't know, nor do i care.
💬
from: me
can you just comply? unlike you, i care about school.
💬
from: rem
fine. we'll start today. come over to my house at 4:30 pm.
xxx quarrystone rd, las vegas.
💬
from: me
ok. thanks.
well, didn't go AS bad as i thought. I check my phone for the time. 3:56 pm i decide to change into a pair of high waist black jean shorts and a long sleeve Black Veil Brides shirt, half-tucked. i throw my hair into a messy ponytail and do some light makeup, including mascara, blush, and lipgloss. i sit on my couch, scrolling through twitter until i look at the time.
4:15 pm. oh shit, i say to myself, flying up, grabbing my purse, phone and notebook as i type the address into my phone's GPS and begin walking. it took about 20 minutes, but i made it. i walk up the steps of the 2 story home, which had a dark-colored vibe to it with some plant decor. i knock on the door a few times, waiting for a response.
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