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I squint my eyes open, trying to process why exactly I'm in Ally's dorm. I am able to remember the storm last night, and relax a bit, stretching my arms above my head. Ally is still fast asleep beside of me, while Trish is sitting up in her bed with her laptop in front of her, an amused expression on her face as she looks at me.
"Sleep well?" She asks.
I roll my eyes at her, silently getting out of bed and making sure not to wake Ally. I find my sweatshirt and pull it over my head and onto my bare skin, now searching the floor for my shoes.
"What, you're going to be the guy who leaves in the morning before she even wakes up?" Trish asks another question, still having the hint of amusement in her tone.
"It's not like we had sex. I left last night without telling Dez where I was, I don't want him getting freaked out. Besides, I promised him I'd help him shoot a video for his channel today and I'm already late." I whisper back at her.
She just shrugs, going back to whatever she was doing. I tie up the last lace on my Converse and pad quietly back over to Ally, planting a kiss on her forehead. She crinkles her nose in her sleep, but doesn't wake. I smile down at her, realizing how lucky I am to call her mine. "I love you." I murmur, knowing she can't hear me, but not caring.
I wave a final goodbye to Trish before exiting the dorm. The heat of Miami hits me the minute I close the door, but I'm used to it by now. I pass another guy as he leaves a different girl's dorm, and he shoots me the 'I guess you had a good night, too?' look. I just grin, moving ahead of him and down the steps.
Campus isn't very full today, just a few people going out for lunch or enjoying the weather. I wasn't looking forward to classes this week because I had a few tests that I couldn't afford to do bad on... Not that I would do bad on them anyway, but still.
I hope Dez isn't upset with me for being late to filming. He was wanting to do some other tag with me for this week's video, I already forgot what it was. I look around in my pocket for my keys as I approach my dorm, but I'm interrupted when I overheard something I rather wouldn't have.
"Yeah, man, I swear it was Darron. He was wearing sunglasses but I'm like really sure it was him." Says a senior walking past me with a buddy of his. I really hope he doesn't mean Darron Travers is on campus. I hate that guy's guts. I've narrowed down that he is the reason I got into the bag messes I was in for the past two years of my life, besides my own wrong judgement. He's a terrible guy, really.
The irony behind my previous thoughts is revealed to me when I push open my dorm door. Not only is Darron Travers on campus, he's in my dorm room, and he's kicking Dez repeatedly as he's crumpled up on the floor while Dallas stands behind him and watches.
A/N: Okay, so yes, this chapter was an extreme cliffhanger and pretty short. BUT I already have the next chapter written, and I'm going to set a goal for this chapter to determine when I post the next. :) I need 15 reviews until I post the next chapter! Also, the next chapter will be in Dallas's point of view. So, review, review, review! Thanks guys. xx