I lean up against one of the many cherry trees either side of the entrance to UA, slouched, a frown plastered on my face, saggy backpack slug over my shoulder and my ears plugged by my earbuds blasting music in my ears

“Tch… damn extras… where the fuck is he…”

my eyes furiously search the crowd for your face, worry starting to simmer inside me, my frown deepening

“ghh… idiot probably just got up late… or some crap…”

I glance down at my phone thought of texting you swirling around in my mind, I’m torn, I don’t want you thinking I like give a damn or whatever…

I’m pulled from thought by something entering my eye line, I look up from my phone to be met by your warm smile as you approach me

“Ugh! Bout’ damn time! Where the hell you been?! Thought you fucking stood me up or something…”

I pull your back pack off your shoulder and sling it onto mine next to my own bag and cross my arms