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Reader x ZacharieYou opened the door to your room and sighed. Throwing your (bag color) bookbag onto the floor next to your bed stand, you flopped onto your bed, face-first into the pillow. It had been a shitty, awful week and today was no exception. You had Semester finals for (least favorite class), and you were certain that you failed it. You had also just gone through the pain of a break up. The spineless ass had the nerve to text it over you, only giving a few lines;
i think u need ur space
im dating sum1 else anyway
You sighed, on the verge of tears. Your phone made its signature (Notification sound), causing you to look up. You expected it to the that poor excuse for a human, but to your surprise it was your friend, Zacharie. You blushed at his name. You've always had a thing for him. You always thought he was nice and friendly, as he was the first one you became friends with since you moved here. You picked up your phone and read the text;
Heard what happened.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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