Hey guys and gals! Welcome to my first book ever! (On this account) Tehehehe. You might recognize my style of doing things! Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter!
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Waking up to the loud shrieking of an alarm clock isn't always the best start of the day. Slowly I opened my eyes with a frown, looking to the alarm clock. My eyes widened as soon as I realized the time. "8:36!?" I spoke in shock. "I'm late!"
My exam started six minutes ago. I'm so screwed! I stayed up all night studying and I'm sure I'm going to get nervous and fail! I checked my phone to see twenty-seven missed calls from Aiden and 23 unread texts from him as well.
"Oh shit!" I growled and threw the bed covers off of me.
I shot up to my legs and quickly grabbed some clothes and put them on. I began to get my bag together as I ran down the dorm building's stairs. Each time I took a step down the stairs my sweatpants would just get in the way, slowing me down even more. The fact that I threw on random clothes made me more frustrated, I'm sure they're pajamas. Once I got to the building where my classes were being held I pushed the doors open, sliding around the corner. I wasn't thinking much of how fast I was going, just that I needed to get to the exam. I barged through the door into class just to be stared at.
"Ms. Witson, a pleasure you're here with us today." The professor said in a sarcastic tone.
"Sorry Professor Gibly... My alarm didn't go off at the correct time." I said in a rush as I shuffled to an open desk. Professor Gibly gave me a small nod of reassurance as he continued to teach the lesson. When we got to the exam I tensed up, like that feeling when you start a test and you've studied, but during the test you forgot everything. I'm sure it'll be fine.
The exam was stressful but it wasn't enough to ruin someone's day. I walked out of the class with a hint of confidence, I didn't want to bother over-thinking the test. What's the worst that'll happen?
I continued walking down the hall with about twenty minutes of free time till my next class, science. It should be interesting, it's the only class Zane and I have together.
Right, I should have said something about Zane. Zane is my best friend, we've been friends since middle school. We would do everything together until he told me that he and his mom were going to move to Miami at the end of highschools senior year. So, we said our goodbyes and promised we'd meet up some time.
We always spoke about collages, well I did at least. Zane never told me what college he got accepted into. I told him that I made it into UCLA, surprisingly when I got there I noticed that he did too. It was a pleasant surprise. Besides the point, that's Zane and I's backstory together.
Science is always my favorite class- because of him. He's terrible at experiments, almost always blows up the building.
The walk to science is not my favorite route. There always seems to be more jocks yelling and shouting by the second, so I just walk quicker. This particular hallway is always loud from the guys hitting their fists on the lockers and shouting about their next game.
"Thank god for the season almost being over." I sighed, a bit louder than I anticipated. The second I spoke I regretted it. I turned around to see a tall figure towering over me, it was Liam.
"What'd you say?" He said and paused just to give me a glare. "Say it again."
I held my hand out and pointed in the direction of the class. "I- uh well- I- I- I meant to say that- I love football..?" I croaked out and looked up only to see his stare. In the blink of an eye, he had me pinned against a locker with his hand pulled back. I'm going to die! What do I do? What do I do!
