Two months later...
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It was the beginning of December. The coldness of my bedroom floor made contact with my feet as I got up from my bed. I checked my phone.
Oh. It's 7:40. Damn it, I forgot to set my alarm.
I yawned, stretching. I opened my closet door and picked out my outfit as usual. Being pretty sure it would be extremely cold today, I chose my brown sweater, black coat, and gray pants. I bent down and grabbed my black boots.
I brushed my teeth and took a shower. I sighed as the hot water warmed my cold skin. I cleaned myself and hopped out of the shower, grabbing my towel and drying myself off. I put on my clothes. And went to my bathroom mirror. I combed through my hair.
I should try a new style. I wear the same two everyday.
I put my hair into half-up-half-down style. I adjusted the bun.
I checked myself out.
"Heh. I look good." I whispered to myself.
"Simon! We're late for school!" Jill yelled, barging into my room.
Oh shit.
YOU ARE READING
Wanting You
Romance"Okay, there was definitely something going on with Simon. No doubt. The way he looks at me, he doesn't look at anyone else that way. I swear to it. And when I caught him, I tried not to show it, but I really, really wanted to kiss him. I know there...
