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His back was towards me, hunched over in defeat, I didn't want to bother him but I've been worrying all day and I needed to know if he was okay. I took hesitant steps towards him, the hardwood ramp creaked beneath my feet and I w...
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Arabella's POV
I expected Tyler's and I conversation to finish by the time I got back to DC but when we landed that was the last night I've actually had a conversation with him in two weeks. Sure we may have one class together but he refuses to acknowledge my presence and every time I would try making conversation with him he'd brush me off and walk away.
It was literally driving me insane! Two weeks of his cold shoulder, not seeing him around unless it was in our one class together and that's it. I don't know what it is I said to receive such a harsh reaction from him for so long.
But I was in no position to push it. If he wanted to take a break from my presence by all means he can be my guest but I hope he'll be able to explain himself when he decides to acknowledge me.
I stood idly before the mirror and slipped off the fourth shirt that I've tried on so far. I sighed and trekked towards my closet to retrieve a plain white t-shirt since I couldn't decide on what to wear. I removed my skirt and pulled out a pair of pantyhose before slipping on a pair of short denim jeans and my white and black Adidas sneakers.
I pulled my hair into a quick ponytail and with a satisfied smile, I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulders. "Okay, you can do this Arabella! It's just a group introduction." I mumbled to myself sternly.
I gave myself a once over before grabbing my phone and car keys, slipping it into my bag and making my way out of my room.
Today was the day that I've been waiting patiently for. I was finally going to Conté Nast where I had an internship that my father so graciously got me.
To say I was nervous was an understatement. I felt like any minute now my heart would leap out of my chest and run away from me. That's not something that I would want now, is it?
Shaking off the nerves creeping into my body; I locked my door and strutted down the hallway and towards the flight of stairs. I thought that a little walk down the flight of stairs would give me a moment to collect my thoughts and ease my nerves a little.
I tumbled down the stairs, passing a few students here and there, some who snapped their gazes towards me as if I were Kendall Jenner, others ignoring me just the way I liked it.
As I strolled into the student's lounge my one and only thought was to pass through undetected but when has anything gone the way I expected it to before? Oh, that's right, never. "Bella?"
I winced as my feet came to a halt, and against my will, my body which had a mind of its own spun around to face the familiar blonde hair boy. "Hey, Nate," I drawled out with a slight chuckle.
