Friday
'Emily, come on! We'll be late for our morning classes if you don't get up now.'
'Nooo.' She curled deeper into her blanket.
'How much did you drink last night?'
'Just a little... I only got home at like three.' She whined.
'You know we get kicked out of the sorority if we miss any classes this week.' I said while battling to pull on a pair of super tight mini flare jeans.
'I hate when you're right.' She said sitting up. 'Uh, fuck my head.'
I tossed a pair of my sunglasses onto her bed followed by some of her sweat pants and a light blue tank top.
'Ew, sweat pants aren't for outside. Gimmie shorts.'
'Yes your majesty.'
'What happened to you last night anyway? You left so early.'
'I just wasn't having a good time, I don't drink so it felt weird.' I lied.
'You don't drink? How come?' She asked while getting dressed.
'I just don't like alcohol.' Not a complete lie. I pulled on a shirt only to realize it was one of Emily's crop tops. 'Shoot sorry, wrong shirt.'
'Nah, keep it on, It looks good.'
'You think?'
'Yeah, it looks good with the tight jeans and belly ring.'
***
Walking into my morning class with a Hung over Emily practically holding onto me for support was a little awkward, she wore my huge sunglasses and had a hand to her head moaning in pain every now and again.
William quickly got up from his seat at the back and came over, 'Hey, how is she?'
'I think her head may explode.' I smirked.
'And you?'
'Don't drink so this is all pretty hilarious for me.'
He rolled his eyes and helped Emily to a seat at the back with a small smile, he looked a little hung over too. I plopped down in a seat near the middle of class and zoned out.
I can't stop thinking about what could have happened if Michael and his cousin hadn't stopped those drunk guys. I could've gotten into some serious trouble because those three were obviously too drunk to be thinking clearly about their actions. I can't believe no one saw them harassing me earlier.
The bell rang knocking me out of my daze and into the present, at least Michael isn't in this class. I really don't want to have to talk about last night and he's probably going to bring it up.
William volunteered to walk Emily back to the sorority house so she could sleep off the hang over until our afternoon class. I made my way to the quad and found a quiet spot away from everyone to call my brother, he picked up on the first ring just like usual.
*Hey Ronny, what's up?*
'Just needed someone to talk to, you busy?'
*Nope, go a head.*
'There's this guy from one of the frat houses, I thought he was a bit of a prick but-'
*Now you're in love!?*
'No idiot. He was being a jerk until last night, I went to this party and-'
*Where you drinking?* He said in a serious tone.
'Not a drop now shut up and listen. Some drunk guys attacked me and things got out of hand but Michael came out of nowhere and saved me. I mean those guys didn't seem like they were gonna stop and he was ju-'
*Hey, calm down sis. Did they hurt you?*
'Not really. My wrist's bruised from where they grabbed me and one slapped me but I'm fine.'
*Want me to come kill 'em?*
'No, I want to know what to do about the guy.'
*Thanking him would be a good start and then try giving the idiot a chance. You can be pretty mean when it comes to boys and I get that it's because you have a hard time trusting people since mom and dad screwed us up but, you gotta try.*
'Okay, thanks Ryan. You're a life saver as always.'
*I think that's got something to do with my all mighty maturity.*
'You're twenty-five dumass. I gotta go, my next class starts soon.'
*See ya Nerdy bums.*
'Bye dorko.'
I hung up and high tailed it to the sorority house, woke Emily and dragged her to our philosophy class. She groaned the whole way there and cursed the world.
'Sit.' I pointed to the seat next to William.
I had to smile as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she cuddled into his side with a small smile.
I took a seat behind them and crossed my legs on the chair ready to ignore the world again. The chairs are set in a half circle with the desks facing the teacher's desk although Mr Matthews usually walks around ignoring the fact that he has a chair to teach from which is one of the reasons I think he's so amazing.
Half way through the class I was pulled out of my daze by Mr Matthews tapping a finger on my nose, 'Earth to Miss Rochester, Earth to Miss Rochester. Come in please.'
'Sorry, zoned out.'
'Alright, just don't let it happen again.' He grinned, 'Now, class! I want you to make me a timeline on the evolution of philosophers through the last hundred years. Discoveries, famous philosophers and anything else that interests you.'
He was still smiling at us, 'Everyone in rows one and three look to your left, meet your partner for this project.'
Michael.
'Hey partner.' He smirked.
'Hey.' I said slowly.
'So, my place or yours?'
I rolled my eyes, 'How about I just do the assignment and put your name on it?'
'I d-' The bell rang and I got up to leave only to have Mr Matthews step in front of me.
'I'd like to talk to you Miss Rochester.'
He waited until the other students had left before taking a seat on his desk. 'So, what's going on?'
'What?'
'You're blanking out in my class and I saw the look on your face when I made Michael your partner, is something going on that you'd like to talk about?'
'No, nothing.'
'I can see something's wrong but I can also see when not to push.' He grinned, 'Just know if you need a non-bias ear to rant too, I'm around.'
'Uh, thanks Mr Matthews.'
'Great, go on.'
'Thanks.'
Why does that feel like it was a weird moment? Maybe he was just trying to be a nice teacher or something.
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Not That Girl
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