Your POV
My pen lightly tapped my notebook as the teacher dried on about whatever the hell we were talking about, I peered down at my textbook trying to jog my memory of what we were learning. Shakespeare, typical. With every English subject I took Shakespeare had to be one of the main writers we learned about, studying his sonnets as if they were the greatest thing in the world. His sonnets where he protest his love for a mystery person, I thought it was a lie. I didn't believe in love, I mean that songs sort of cynical but it was something I stopped believing in a long time ago. I mean I had dated quite a number of guys since I was sixteen and none of them gave me what was described in the romantics novels I had read. I didn't get the butterflies nor did my heart skip a beat when they kissed me. I rolled my eyes at the words that my mother told me when I had to explain why I wasn't seeing who ever the guy was she was asking about anymore.
"The day will come when you will find that guy that sweeps you off your feet", I scoffed hearing her words echo in my head.
I was never going to find that guy, let's face it true love didn't exist and I wasn't going to build my hopes up for something that would never happen. My ears perked up as I heard the professor call on a guy that had his hand up, giving his opinion on what he thought Shakespeare meant when he wrote what we line they were discussing.
"I think he means regret, he doesn't want to regret not telling that one person how he truly felt about them. So he's trying to gather the courage to tell them he loves them", Oli explained to our teacher.
"Interesting, anyone else have a thought about this", when no one raised their hand he moved onto another subject. Easily I drowned him out again.
My eyes flickered to the clock and I let out a deep sigh, happy that this class would be over soon and I could meet my friends in our Uni cafe. I had thirty minutes to kill before my next class and I was excited to meet up with them to gossip and eat. Hoping that a little girl time was going to break me out of this rut I was going through.
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"So basically I told him that if he wanted to make me wait three months to sleep with him that I wasn't going to do it. He could look for some other prude to do so, I'm not looking for a relationship I just want to have fun", my friend Sophia scoffed and forked some of her arugula salad.
"Damn soon, you're lucky. There are guys out there that don't want that and I would kill for a guy like Aaron to be chasing you so he can call you his", my other friend Perrie scoffed at her as she took a drink from her sparkling water.
"Look we're young right? We have plenty time to be tied down to one man and have babies, all that happily ever after bullshit. Right now though since we're young we can have fun, all that serious stuff can come when we're in our late twenties", she scoffed and waved us off.
