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remember this chapter and a few more are just fillers until i can gradually work the important stuff in

i already have prewritten smut im a terrible person omg

so my throat is extremely sore from the other night (thx hayes) so now im like living off of soup

s/o to willow (mastxn) bc shes reading my story again and that legit makes my life :*

got friendzoned last night lolol ill stick to celebrities

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"On days that we aren't together, I just find myself wondering about him. What's he doing? Does he miss me too? Is he okay?"

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I was in the middle of having extremely vivid, lustful daydreams of Justin Bieber when Mr. Anderson called my name. I blinked rapidly. "Sir?"

"What do you think the play Romeo and Juliet is really about?" He asked, the whole class seemingly staring at me.

"Umm." I thought long and hard but nothing really spoke out at me.

"I think it's actually about how love can change you," Nash spoke from behind me.

"Really? How so, Mr. Grier?"

Nash coughed. "Well, for starters, Romeo was extremely wealthy, right? I mean the dude was rolling in mula. He was arrogant, really. But when he met Juliet, it's like his dark side sort of faded and was replaced with his love for her."

Mr. Anderson rubbed his chin. "Why do you think he died for her, then?"

Nash laughed. "Isn't it obvious? His love for her was so deep he couldnt stand that she was gone. So, he took his own life."

I glanced at Astrid, who shrugged. "It's clearly not just about rebellious teenagers who fall in love even though their parents don't exactly agree. Its about how strong and powerful love really is. At least to me, thats what its about." Nash slumped in his chair, crossing his arms.

"Alright, Nash. Let me ask you a question. If you were Romeo, would you have done it? Killed yourself, I mean."

I could feel Nash's gaze burning into the back of my head. "If I really loved her as much as he did, yes. I would have."

Some girls cooed at this but I shuddered.

For some reason, that scared me.

After Mr. Anderon and Nash's debate on Romeo and Juliet ended, the bell rang and the class dispersed.

"You have a pre-test tomorrow! Dont forget to study!" The teacher shouted as we all exited, clearly no one listening to him.

I had a pounding headache as I walked to my locker, Nash no where in sight. I just sighed and brushed it off. After I put my books up, I decided I should just go home. It was a Friday and most of the day was over anyways. I slung my purse over my shoulder and made my way to the office to sign out.

When I walked in, Nash was sitting on the same bench from when we first met. He looked up at me. "Deja vu."

I smiled at him. "Why are you here?"

"Umm. I'm getting some paper work for my mom."

I nodded slowly. "Ahh. Well I'm about to go. I feel sick."

He stood up quickly. "Are you okay? Do I need to come with you?"

I laughed lightly. "Nash, I'm fine. Just a headache, that's all."

A wave of relief washed over him. "Good."

I signed the check out sheet quickly. "I'll text you," I told him.

He nodded. "Sounds good."

He wrapped me in his arms and placed a kiss to my lips. "Bye, Nash."

I opened the door. "Bye, Willow." I smiled at him quickly before walking out.

When I reached my car, I saw dark grey clouds signaling a rain storm was soon to come. I tried to drive home quickly so I wouldn't be caught in it.

When I got home, Anna was at the grocery store, Will was at Day-Care and Dad was at work. I grabbed some juice from the fridge and drank it slowly. I pinched the brim of my nose, my eyes shut tightly.

I sighed heavily and made my way to my room. I quickly changed into some spandex leggings and an oversized sweatshirt, my hair in a huge messy bun.

When I heard the front door open, I went back downstairs quickly to help Anna with the groceries.

"Hey. What are you doing here?" She asked me, walking in with two large brown bags of food.

"I had a headache and decided to just leave. I only had lunch and study hall left."

"Ahh." She handed me a bag and we set them down on top of the counter, quickly placing them in the fridge.

She placed the milk on a shelf in the refridgerator. "Are you about to go run or something?"

I looked at her shocked before doubling over amd laughing hysterically. "Are you serious?" I managed between breaths.

"What?" She acted like I had a disease.

"I don't run!" I stood up straight, a giggle escaping my lips.

She held her hands up in defense. "Well, excuse me for accusing you of excersizing!"

I grinned. "Nah. I'm gonna go watch some Netflix and eat some junk food." I grabbed the Cosmic Brownie box, some salt and vinegar chips, a tub of Ben and Jerry's Half Baked ice cream, and a spoon, making my way back up the steps.

When I entered my room for the second time, I turned on my TV and tossed the food on my bed. I brought up Netflix on my Wii and jumped onto my bed. I decided to just watch The Breakfast Club. I opened the ice cream and stuffed my face.

The movie was almost over when my phone went off. I groaned and reached out in the air. "So close but so far away," I sung the lines to Beside You before huffing and walking across the room to retrieve it.

When I looked at the screen, I had 16 Snapchats from Cameron and 4 messages from Nash. I plopped back in bed and opened Nash's messages first.

Nash: Don't screenshot Cam's Snapchats!

Nash: Don't do it!

Nash: OMG

Nash: I repeat, don't do it.

I giggled and opened Cam's snapchats. The first few were bad selfies of him and Nash. The last ones were pictures of Nash asleep in study hall, his face covered in drool. I giggled and screenshot them all. The last snapchat was a video of Nash talking in his sleep. "Willow," He kept mumbling. I felt a small smile creep onto my face as he woke up and blinked, his voice raspy. "Cam, what are you doing?" His blue eyes looked groggy from sleep. Cam just laughed in the back ground.

Then, it cut off.

I texted Nash the evil looking emoji and shut my phone off, returning to my Netflix marathon.

Thats when I heard the tapping of falling rain outside my window.