Wonderland

❅H12❅ I Wasn't Always Shy

Chapter Twelve

Heather's POV

I Wasn't Always Shy

 

October 18

Mondays.

Ugh. I hate them. After four hours of class today, I was more than ready to crawl back into my bed for some sleep. Unfortunately, my homework was preventing me from doing that. Midterms were next week, and honestly, I wasn't feeling prepared to take any of them at all. I have a midterm in math, another one in chemistry, and another one in my programming class.

But first, I'm going to take a short nap, I thought, as I plopped down onto my bed. What was going to be an hour's worth of nap soon turned into a three hour's worth of nap, and the next time I woke up, it was five in the evening already.

I bolted up from my bed and winced as I felt a rush of blood flow down from my head.

"Dang it," I muttered, rubbing my forehead. How did I not wake up earlier? I just lost three hours of my day—Three hours that could've been used on midterm studying!

Staring at my mess-of-a-desk, I wondered where Brayden was. I haven't seen him since Saturday, to be honest. I'm assuming he's with Berkeley. She can't seem to stay away from him.

I grabbed my phone from my desk and unlocked it, going into my contacts and clicking on Brayden's name. I don't have many people in my contacts, in part because I don't know many people and don't like to give away my number to random strangers.

I put my phone to my ear and waited patiently for Brayden to pick up. On the fifth ring, I was tempted to hang up, but it was then that Brayden finally decided to pick up.

"Hey, Heather," he said.

I could feel commotion coming from the other end of his line.

"Hey. Are you busy right now?" I asked.

"Um..." I heard him hesitate. "No, not really."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Okay, well, I was just wondering if you wanted to study together?"

"Now?"

"Isn't that what I said? It's fine if you're busy."

"No, that's fine. I'll come over. You're in your dorm, right?"

"Where else would I be?" It's not like I had any other friends besides you and Isabelle, anyway...

"Okay. Give me a few minutes. I want to finish something up first before meeting you."

"That's fine. Take your time."

We hung up, and I let out a sigh. It seemed like everyone's having a nice time at college—everyone but me. While people were out and about with their friends, I was inside my dorm doing nothing. Well, I do study, but what's the point of studying when you don't even know what you're doing? I'm screwed for midterms. The thought of it almost makes me want to cry.

Brayden came over to my dorm five minutes after we ended our call. He had a calculus textbook tucked under his left arm, and his pencil box and notebook tucked under his right. "We're studying for math, right?" he asked, coming into my room.

"I didn't specify, but sure."

"What do you need help on?"

"I don't get Taylor's theorem."