throughout the class period, april and brice kept looking at each other like they were seeing ghosts.
it felt like no coincidence they were in the same class at the same university.
april was having a hard time to focus while typing notes on her laptop, and at one point, she just set her phone down on record so she could type up a transcript of the lecture later on in the day.
the class ended quicker than april thought it would, and she nearly ran out of the room.
however, brice grabbed her hand as she ran and pulled her back down into her seat.
"we need to talk." he said, looking her up and down.
"about what?" she deadpanned, clearly not in the mood for a conversation with him.
"can we not make this awkward?" he asked.
"im not making it awkward. you are. now can you move?" she stood up to turn away from him.
"fine."
she got up and left him in the classroom, running towards her dorm room.
her roommate was snoring, and she rolled her eyes. her roommate's name was taylor, and they had stayed up the entire night before talking about life and getting to know each other. it wasn't until the middle of the conversation that the both of them realized they had actually met numerous times before, but never talked long enough to remember.
"taylor," april grabbed a pillow and threw it at her friend, "wake up. i have an emergency."
taylor groaned and threw the pillow back, "can't it wait til later?"
april threw it back at her and yanked taylor by her feet out of bed. "it involves brice."
taylor sat up the second she heard the name brice and got on her feet. "what now?"
"he's here. in my english class. what the hell am i supposed to do?"
"probably deal with it."
"that'd be a good idea considering that we don't talk anymore. sorry, i panicked and you're the first person i thought of going to. actually, you're the only person i can go to." april fell on her bed and stared at the ceiling.
"life's a mess, ape. let's make the most out of this fiasco." taylor got up and grabbed a notebook. she was a writer, and occasionally translated what she wrote into a melody. just depended.
while she wrote, april went back to sleep.
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