"You win some, you lose some, except for me, I always win."
"𝘞𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳, 𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘫𝘰. 𝘈𝘭é𝘫𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘦 𝘮í."
In which,
Jenna Evans was a diligent and hardworking student, and a full time seeker of academic validation. Due to he...
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As we settled into our usual corner, which used to belong to me first, I don't mind sharing it with Ian these days.
"So, Evans,"
I looked up from what I was copy-pasting from our handwritten notes to the laptop, and made eye contact with him. I couldn't help but feel a bit envious of Ian's neat, cursive handwriting compared to mine, which looked like a bunch of cockroaches walking all over it, while Ian was supposed to be choosing a template and making a PowerPoint presentation, with images included.
"Hmm?"
"This is our last session..." He trailed off, inching towards me slowly, having a wistful look.
"It is." I replied, feeling a sense of yearning inside me.
"To be honest, I'm gonna miss this a lot," He confessed, making me stop what I was doing and give my full attention to him now.
"Why?" I asked, out of genuine curiosity.
"Your insults and complaints and short-tempered nature are something else, that's why." He answered, a dreamy smile on his face as he rested his hand on his cheek.
I scoffed, ignoring the sensation that smile is giving me,"The human body has seven trillion nerves and I don't know how you manage to get on every single one of them."
He laughed softly, and then smiled ear-to-ear,"And that's why I'll miss this sessions."
I don't know what got into me, but I felt a rush of emotions that provoked me to be honest with him,"I'll miss this just a bit as well."
"Just a bit?"
"Just a bit."
With that, the conversation ended as we were engrossed in our respective works, and things were wrapping up sooner than expected.
I was cleaning up my desk which was unbelievably messy today, has Addy's soul possessed me or was this a way to spend more time with Ian? Chances of this being the latter option is highly likely, I guess.
My scalp was hurting as well, so I decided to free my hair out of its misery, aka my messy bun.
And I instantly regretted it.
The worn threads of the bracelet got stuck in my hair, making me wince silently, I tried to be as discreet as possible without wanting to grab Ian's attention who was maybe, I don't know, doing something else other than looking at my state.
I was undeniably wrong again.
"Evans, you look you're having some trouble, need a hand?" He offered, while his attention was focused on my hair.
"No, thank you. I'm perfectly fine." I answered, trying to remove my bracelet as gently as I can, because I don't want it to break and I don't trust my unruly hair.
