We're ok?
I awoke the next morning to my alarm going haywire. I groaned and pressed the off button on it. It was eight a.m. I hate mornings.
I stretch my body and looked at my phone. No texts, good. I look around my room and ask myself if going to classes today was necessary. Then I realize I am wasting too much money on my degree to not attend class, so I hastily get out of bed and drag my body to the shower to start my morning routine.
I get out of the shower throwing on an outfit and all that jazz. It was just a normal morning, nothing happened yesterday. Totally, yeah… this is gonna be a hard day. I already feel it in my bones.
I make it out of my room, fully dressed, and listen to Epic the Musical like normal. My roommate's already left. She has an even earlier class. I always wonder how she does that. I’d personally just not go. I don't care how much money I'm wasting. I don't sleep well on a normal day, and now I have to sleep less. Yeah, no, thank you.
Anyway, I go to our cupboards where we keep some granola bars and other quick snacks for cupboards. I grabbed a granola bar, spotted some goldfish, and yoinked that. I go grab my backpack, take a deep breath in and out, and whisper a quick “You can do this,” before heading out of the room to go to class.
The first class I have is English. It's a Great start to the day. I came to this college because it has amazing journalism classes. Naturally, I’m pretty great at writing and whatnot, so boom, great first class of the day.
I walk into the class and look around for my normal spot, Heather’s there, right we have our core classes together, crap. Whatever I can get through this, we agreed to stay normal and just ignore what happened yesterday, I can do this. It won’t be awkward… right? Please be right me.
I go up to her and sit down as I always do. Act natural. “Hey, how are you.”
She looks up at me a bit of surprise flickering across her face for a moment before it changes to her normal playful expression. “Honestly, pretty good. I passed out last night.”
“I wish, I was up late as always.” Surprisingly the atmosphere around us wasn’t very tense, now there was an underlying tension there but much better than I thought. Also, she was talking to me, I was terrified she wouldn’t want to after I rejected her.
“You seriously need to get to sleep earlier.” she laughed when she talked, good, she wasn’t too mad.
“But then I don’t have free time,” I whine out to her.
“That’s fair.”
“See, you’re gonna tell me I should sleep then understand why I don’t. How does that help us.”
She just shrugged and laughed at that.
A few moments later the lesson started and It was going well. We were just learning some tips for the paper we wrote for the class. Just a normal day, Heather and I were talking here and there, making a few off-hand comments about the teacher. This is nice, it's normal.