* 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒 / 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 .

dating molly?   the mere thought is massively unappealing itself.  snort, an indignant sound, escapes bowed lips while he faces her, grip easy  upon the steering wheel.       ❝  i’m not dating molly.  i don’t date.  ❞   he’s not eager to tell the blonde he just fucks  molly.  she’s his friend,  and he enjoys company.  but  that  was all  there  was  to it. she was far too bitchy and needy to date.         ❝  what made you think that  ? ❞  

 today  was  a  good  day  to  annoy  people.  though  ,  he  doesn’t  have  to  do  much  with  Theresa.  oh  ,  Theresa.  this  girl  was  always  on  his  mind  and  he  doesn’t  know  how  to  get  her  out  of  his  head  ,  so  ,  maybe  tourment  her  a  bit  today  will  appease  and  stop  his  thought  to  run  around  her  and  only  her.  stephs  mentionned  early  that  her  boyfriend  was  going  to  visit  ?  why  not  inviting  himself  into  the  room  and  pretend  that  he’s  going  to  wait  for  stephs  ?  a  smile  appears  on  his  lips  as  he  looked  at  the  girl.  ’  oh  ,   hello  there.  Theresa.  didn’t  know  you  were  heading  out  in  your  dorm  room.  i’m  just  …  waiting  for  stephs.  she  told  me  i  could  come  around  and  wait  for  her  over  there.  am  i  interrupting  something  ?  ’

i   have   my   whole   future   planned   .

                        ‘   had   '   ,   my   subconscious   reminds   me   .   i   '   had   '   everything   planned   until   i   met   hardin   &   now   my   future   is   constantly   changing   and   shifting   .

                     '   so   how   long   have   you   &   molly   been   dating   ?   ’   tessa   looks   over   her   shoulder   to   the   driver   seat   where   a   hardin   ,   clad   in   all   black   from   head   to   toe   ,   stares   blankly   out   the   windshield   .   naivety   is   not   a   foreign   concept   to   the   girl   ,   they   go   hand   in   hand   .   the   question   is   harmless   ,   the   blonde   attempting   to   make   conversation   with   him   as   they   drove   in   silence   to   god   knows   where   ----   tessa   recalls   the   party   they   had   been   to   the   night   prior   ,   how   molly   was   hung   all   over   him   ,   refusing   to   leave   his   side   ,   in   her   eyes   ,   they   are   definitely   more   than   friends   .

          cue   the   eye   roll   ,   scoff   that   goes   almost   undetected   ,   delicate   lips   pursed   in   agitation   as   she   recognizes   the   figure   following   closely   behind   .   of   course   ,   it’s   hardin   ----   the   last   person   she   wanted   to   see   .   today   was   a   good   day   ,   tessa   had   made   plans   with   noah   to   hang   out   &   watch   old   movies   ,   the   last   thing   she   needed   was   a   harsh   ,   cold   comment   about   her   current   outfit   from   him   .   &   --   oh   ,   he’s   caught   up   to   her   amidst   her   thoughts   about   not   wanting   to   see   him   .   ‘   hardin   .   ’   the   small   blonde   focuses   on   each   step   she   takes   ,   headed   towards   her   dorm   ,   desperate   for   a   nap   before   the   arrival   of   her   boyfriend   .   ‘   do   you   need   something   ?   ’