Mia Thompson. She's a freshman at Duke University. Since her father's life makes her sorta famous... so she's had fake friends, media attention, but all she wants is some real friends and a good first year at college. Majoring in physical therapy ha...
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I might just be the smartest man that I've ever met.
Okay, maybe not. I also could be the stupidest. Depends on my mood.
But, the fact that yesterday, I not only had a conversation with Mia, but I also spent it with her on one of the toughest days of the year for me.
The stupidity was that I was half-drunk. I'm not saying that me, half-drunk, is bad. No, not at all. It's just, now, I can't recollect the smallest details of our encounter. I hate not remembering the little things. Like the fact that Mia has the smallest grown dimples on her face because she's smiled so much throughout her life. It's only when her face crinkles, and it's subtle, but I always see it.
The details may be a little spotty, but it's the fresh topic that I think about it as I lie awake this morning. I should get up soon. I have class in a little bit, and to be honest, I'm starving.
I flex my shoulders out and yawn before I sit up in my bed to stretch. I blink a couple times and crack my back, and finally get out of my bed. I grab the Advil off the table next to my bed, throw it into my mouth, and swallow. I look around my room to see what needs to be picked up.
Mia has made me into a new person. I know that we all knew that, literally everyone in the world, but sometimes I forget how much.
Like my room, for instance. Spotless. Literally spotless, not one piece of clothing on the ground. Why? Mia, simple. She has a bit of OCD when it comes to cleanliness, so I blame her for this.
I make my bed quickly. Yes, make my bed before grabbing a change of clothes and hopping into the shower. It's mostly to wake me up, but you can never be too clean. Another thing that girl says.
The funny thing is that we're not even dating anymore. Fuck. I hate that.
I wash my body really quick, and I scrub some 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner into my hair and hop back out. The shampoo and conditioner are so nice. I don't know why Mia doesn't use them. It would save her so much time.
Like what does she do in there? Go to Narnia? I get it, I have two sisters, but I don't get how they can stand in running water for forty-five minutes to an hour and not get tired.
I shake my head as I wrap the towel around my waist and go over to the counter. I grab the lotion, lather it up, and slide it onto my skin.
My eyes start to close on me as I finish up, and my headache kicks in a little. I don't really get hangovers, but I haven't really drunk in such a long time, so that's probably the fucking reason why I'm so fucked right now.
Good thing I don't have practice for at least six hours. I should be good by then.
I yawn once more and stretch my body before I get my clothes on, hang the towel up, and I'm racing down the stairs as my stomach makes some fucking weird-ass noises.
