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Kaitlyn stretched a little and looked again at the screen of her laptop. Not much was happening there, especially that she was just watching it, again and again, with an empty word document open. Apparently today wasn’t a day to write an essay either. She stood up, walked to her kitchen and made some coffee in hope that it will help her brain work. She just did not have energy or willpower to write that essay. Subject was exceptionally boring, the book they were reading right now was the worst thing she has ever read. Apparently, it won some awards and Kaitlyn had to find something special in the story. For her, it wasn’t exactly possible.
That’s why she hated this. She wanted to study literature and hoped for some amazing pieces to work with, but she ended with this crap. She now had to live alone, away from everyone and read stories which for her were simply the worst. The style, the contents, the pace… Everything was terrible. If they got awards then surely she should get some for anything she writes. Maybe even just for that damned essay. What people have seen in those stories? What magic is hidden there? Why she can't see it?
It was getting late. She should work on this… She truly should. Just as that thought passed through her mind she heard her phone ring. It was a bit… surprising. It was late, and she knew her friends usually didn't call this late. Looking at her phone, it showed unknown number. Usually, she wouldn’t pick up such calls but something pushed her to do that tonight. Maybe it was just a boredom of the essay, maybe she just wanted her mind to escape for a moment or two.
“Hello? Who is this?” Her gentle voiced showed that she was a bit nervous. Laughter she heard on the other side sounded familiar, but she wasn’t sure to whom it belonged.
“Have you written your essay yes, Miss Perfect?” Voice was taunting her, and that feeling was similar too. As if she knew that person from somewhere. But from where?
She took a cup of her coffee and made her way back to the room. “Miss Perfect? I think you called a wrong number.” She tried to be sassy but obviously failed, and felt exceptionally cringy that those words left her mouth. She sat down on her bed, put the coffee away. And another burst of laughter on the other side.
“It’s so easy to trick you, Kaitlyn. Too easy, you know.”
“Just tell me who you are. Are you from the Mr. Cardberry’s course?”
“Garret. Have you already forgotten me, Beauty?”
Oh, Garret. Now she remembered. She sighed deeply. Garret having her number was one of the mistakes of that… grand party. There was no food, and plenty of alcohol. Not a good mix at all. Kaitlyn made a lot of bad choices on this party, one of them was giving Garret her number. “Miss Perfect” was probably about how she always finished her homework early. Kaitlyn was sure she shares a few lectures with Garret. Which, once again, didn’t work out so well.
Yeah, she went to the party, she wanted to be a nice, cool girl. Instead of being a weirdo everybody avoided. But, instead she got drunk, and made out with this guy. Garret. Playful and arrogant. A type she always avoids. Yet, that night he seemed so attractive to her…
“Well, um, hey Garret. It took you a while to call.” She commented, knowing it's just a prank, probably. Types like Garret only do booty calls, and Kaitlyn wasn't that kind of girl. Maybe she made out with him, but wouldn’t go further than that.
“Yeah, well, sorry about that. I was thinking if you wanna go out tonight?” He asked in quite serious tone. Kaitlyn was shocked. But then again, he might have want another booty call.
“Where to?” If he invites her to his home, then she’s out.
“Well, you know. Some bar, grab a few drinks. What do you think?” Once again, she wasn’t sure how to react. Well, she doesn’t have to get drunk, right? It seems the evening would be more interesting than she expected.
This time, she wouldn’t finish essay earlier than others, though.
