Today was not my day. I literally had to run to class as Beck announced he was skipping about three minutes before he was supposed to pick me up. I didn't have time to have breakfast, much less run a brush through my hair properly. I wish I could skip to tomorrow.

I walked into the lecture hall, with a few minutes to spare. I looked down as I walk to our usual spot right in the front. None of our friends saw me approach, as they seemed in deep conversation, until I was nearly seated.

Francesca claimed it was nothing and instead changed the subject to my hair. They were hiding something but I didn't poke the bear.

I knew how to mind my business.

I laughed and went along with Francesca's topic. Maintaining my long hair was anything but easy. Beck loved the blonde ombré I added below my brunette locks but with constant touch up and dry-ends, it was lowkey a nightmare. It's all worth it in the end when I find Beck randomly playing with my hair with a smile.

It's a small price I pay to see him happy.

Francesca claims to envy me but I believe that couldn't have been any further than the truth.