12: Kennedy

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The past five days have flown by, between classes, work, talking to Sam, Sanders, and Sarah, and trying to make Coco like me, I'm shocked when I wake up and realize today is my second class at Platinum. Great.

Also isn't it funny that all my friends names start with S? Well except for Cam and Beck. And Greyson if he could even be considered a friend.

I text Sam, making sure she can still make it, and to ask her if she wants a ride. We haven't hung out since Wednesday, but we did have a shift together Saturday morning, and Cam had the same shift. It was probably my best day at work ever. Greyson and Sanders stopped in to say hi as well, which was nice. Greyson, of course, looked like a god in a white shirt, a wind breaker, a backwards hat, and Lulu joggers—not that I was looking close enough to notice they were from Lulu. How can someone look that good when they're basically wearing sweats? His shirt was just see through enough that I could almost make out the shapes of some tattoos covering his chest. The stupid shirt was in the way.

Sam was a little dazed when I introduced her to them, I guess she's heard of them or something. Cam on the other hand... well let's just say I think Greyson might be picking up on his dislike. I feel a little bad about telling Cam that Greyson's been rude and then never trying to reverse his opinion of him but... that's what happens when you're an asshole Greyson. Not that he was really even an asshole when they came to visit, considering the only word he said was no when I asked him if he wanted anything. He even said it in a semi nice voice.

I'm still a little butthurt about everything he's done and said, so I stuck it to him but not looking at him. Okay that's a lie, but I didn't look at his face or make eye contact so... same thing. It didn't have anything to do with me not being able to stop thinking about talking to him on the phone on Wednesday and feeling embarrassed. Nope, definitely not.

Sam texts me back, telling me she'd love a ride and that she's excited for the class. In light of her reaction to meeting Greyson, I probably should have told her he was the instructor... but I think it'll be too much fun to see her face when she realizes. Maybe I'll tell her on the way there so she has enough time to compose herself, but not enough time to prepare herself. I also assume Sanders told him we were coming, if not, it might be scary walking in on an unsuspecting Greyson. Wait, that sounded bad, I just mean in like a normal, platonic way, not like walking in on him naked or something. That would be awful. Shut up, you'd love it.

I sit in bed for a little bit, watching tiktoks and brain storming book ideas just for fun. When an unknown number calls, I don't hesitate to decline it. It's just become habit at this point. I think my number must be hacked or something.

Jumping when my third alarm goes off, I get out of bed and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. My bathroom is so cute, I've got like 600 plants in it, and it's all really nice fixtures and stuff, I love it. In fact I love my whole apartment, it's not huge, but it's cute and cozy and it was inside my price range. If I didn't work two jobs in the summer, I would probably need a roommate, but no, because I don't want to live with randos, so I work my butt off  so I can afford my eight month lease, fully on savings. I don't think I'd be able to live with a roommate, I think I'd either annoy the hell out of them, or they would annoy me because I surprisingly don't like people in my space all the time.

Today I've got tax and audit lectures, plus a whole bunch of Econ readings to do, so I'm looking at a fun day. That was sarcasm by the way. I should also do some cleaning...

It takes me 20 minutes to get ready and another 30 to make food, eat and leave for class. When I get out of my car, I notice a familiar black motorcycle across the parking lot. Greyson must be in a class right now. Except he's not, because when I turn to head to class, Greyson and a pretty girl with olive skin are walking towards his bike. They're talking pretty animatedly and Greyson actually looks... at ease? Or maybe happy? He looks good regardless of what it is.

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