Wednesday night
Milan's pov
Same night"Oh hello." Addison was caught off guard by my presence.
"Hey." I yawn as i set my textbook to the side.
"Since when do you do your homework the day its assigned?" Addison teased as she set her things down on her bed.
"Since today." I laughed.
"Why? I thought you'd be spending time with Vinnie." She sent a smirk my way as she took her shoes off.
"I was gonna go see him but i decided not to."
"What? why?" She pouted.
"Well he's friends with Ryland. Don't you think it would be fucked up to date my ex's friend?"
"Okay well Vinnie is new to the school. You guys met him at the same time i don't think it counts." Addison shook he head.
"If you and Bryce weren't together anymore and a new girl came and you became her bestie and so did Bryce and she dated him would you be okay with it?"
Then Addison grew silent as she thought long and hard.
"Never mind do what you feel is right." We both let out a laugh.
"And what about Noah?" She laid on her bed and face towards my bed.
"Noah and I have been texting since the first day. I havent hung out with him since like yesterday."
"Well if you arent going to ruin Vinnie and Ryland's bro code then get to know Noah." She shrugged.
"But i really like Vinnie. I know its only been 3 days. But Addison! You have no idea how alike we both are." I groaned. "He is literally the boy version of me. Just cuter. He even has tattoos."
"Ooo you do love a man with tats." She laughed. Literally every celebrity crush I have has tattoos.
"Honestly, forget about dating him. Its still early. Dont get too set on him. Play the field and see who you are really into." She shrugged. "But i swear to god you better not end up with Ryland for the 15th time again."
"Yeah never again." I laughed.
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Thursday
Next morning"Hey Milan!" I jump at the sight of Ryland walking my way.
"Shit." I mutter to myself as i turn the other way, speed walking.
I just finished my last class of the day and i was just ready to take a long nap.
"M!" He jumped in front of me.
"What?" I groan as i watch him smile at me.
"Don't smile a me." I glare at him as he smiled even more.
"I just wanted to talk to you."
"About?" I cross my arms.
"About you and me. And more importantly what i said to you yesterday. I admit i can be an ass."
"Oh yeah i know." I laughed to myself.
"But i just want you to know that i really do care about you. I know we are never getting back together. Which is a good thing. But i do still want you in my life." He gave me a reassuring grin.
"Cmon. Shawty for life?" He teased. He always had a thing for calling me his shawty for life.
"Of course." I pull him in a hug.
Now's my chance to ask him.
"I actually have something i want to ask you." I bit my lip.
"Mhm?" I watched him flip over his damaged skateboard. I just knew he was going skating with the boys after this talk. Mainly because thats all he does.
"So i know you're friends with Vinnie... and so am I.. an-"
"You want the okay from me to make a move on Vinnie who is friends with both of us." He chuckled.
"Wh- how did you know?" My eyes grew wide as he smirked at me.
"Because i'm smart. I peeped the two of you flirting in math. Also he asked me if it was okay to talk to you."
"He did?" I could feel all the butterflies.
"Yeah... he told me about your little study date today." He winked as he gestured towards the boy walking our way.
Oh shit. The fact that i forgot about that.
"Hey." Vinnie joined us.
"You two have fun." Ryland playfully nudged us before walking away.
"You ready for our study date." Vinnie had the cutest smile on his face as we started walking towards his dormitory.
Addison and Bryce were going to be in my dorm, and he said his was going to be empty.
"Study date?" I tease as he realized what he said.
"I said day." He tried to flip the story on us both.
"Mhm. We'll pretend."
—sweeteasaint
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