<y/n's POV>

Urgh.

What. A. Headache.

I really need to start a tier list for hangovers, you think.

From worst to... what, less shit?

You roll on my stomach to shield yourself from the bright light of the day that's shining through the windows of your dorm room.

Judging from the lack of clothes on your body, you slept with someone last night.

Judging from your lack of backache, it was a woman.

And judging from the empty feeling to your left, she already left.

Like always, basically.

Tier C.

Suddenly, an obnoxiously loud sound fills the room.

"HELLO THERE! It's ya bestie, Mualani!! Pick up the phone if you don't want me to find you and—" "Hey, what are you doing on my phone??"

...

Mualani is calling.

You reach out for your phone to shut it off, but you don't find it on its usual place.

You groan and sit up, searching for it with your eyes.

It's under a pile of clothes. You grab it and answer.

Immediately, a way too cheerful voice blurts out of your phone.

"Good morning y/n, are you awake?? You should be! If not, get your ass out of your bed, your classes start in 15 minutes!"

"Good morning to you too, Mualani. I just woke up, can you please stop shouting?"

"A hangover again? Or why do you sound so grumpy?"

"Yeah, a hangover..."

"Y/n, it's Wednesday! You promised me not to drink during the week!"

"Sorry, Lani." You do not sound sorry.

"Yeah, sure." She sights. "Anyways, you have 10 minutes to get to our class. Don't be late, we have with Mr. Alhaitham, you know how he is!" With that, she ends the call.

Oh shit, I forgot. Not that that would've changed anything.

You grab random clothes out of your closet, kick the ones from yesterday's party, and make yourself some coffee while drinking at least half a bottle of water.

When the coffee's done, you grab my stuff and rush out.

Heh, 4 minutes left. I'm speedy.

Bursting into the classroom, it's 10 seconds before the class starts, and everyone looks at you, including Mr. Alhaitham.

You ignore all of them and sit on your place right next to Mualani, getting your stuff out and being ready exactly 1 second before the class starts.

Mr. Alhaitham throws you a look but doesn't write anything down.

Phew, one more time being late means a 'serious talk' with Mr. Alhaitham and the principal, as they call it. I really don't need that.

As the english lesson starts, you space out in the next five minutes.

I wonder who that mysterious woman I slept with was...

You were at the same club as always.

You still remember that the nice bartender had a day off, and there was this other one, not so nice one.

He thought you were underage, while there was this green guy who clearly looked younger than you, drinking wine!

And you remember getting one drink... or two... or more...

Ugh, doesn't matter much anyway. I'll just take a look around my room if she forgot something, if not, it's not important anyway.

I probably shouldn't go to a club today, Mualani would kill me.

Ah, but I don't want to do the tons of projects and homework I haven't done yet...

Then I'll go to the skatepark and draw some new graffiti.

Sounds like a plan.

When you look around, you see the people getting out their books and starting to read, so you search for yours too and actually find it.

Must be my lucky day. What are we even reading?

You look at the title. 'Romeo and Juliet' it reads.

Urgh, old stuff. Boring.

You still at least try to look like you're reading, but you think about completely different things.

For example, why this super popular guy, you think Aether was his name, looks more tired than you.

And why this guy with the fancy hat, you forgot his name, was staring at him.

Is there drama going on? I'll probably hear about it someday anyway, so it doesn't matter.

Soon, the class ends, and you throw my things back into my bag.

You're the first to leave the classroom, waving Mualani a quick goodbye.

Minutes later, you're at your dorm and throw your bag on the bed and your shoes across the room as you pick up the clothes from last night.

My top, my skirt, my heels, oh, that's not my pin.

It's shiny and has the form of a lightning bolt.

Wait, it seems somehow familiar... but where could I've seen it?

Still thinking about it, you open your closet, grab the spray cans, throw them in your other bag, and make your way to the lokal skate park.

No one ever had anything against you doing your art there as long as you didn't destroy art from others. There are plenty of walls so that's no problem.

Headphones on and vibing to the music, you start spraying on a free place some random lines.

Graffiti is one of the few things you enjoy and to which you can relax and forget everything.

You paint quickly and without thinking, loosing any sense of time and room.

When you return to this world, you accidentally drew a lightning bolt.

...

What. Why. But it does look kinda nice...

It's already 5 pm, and you feel for once motivated to study something.

I need to get to my dorm quickly, before it goes away.

When you turn around, you're met with a picture you will never forget.

A skater, high in the air, on skates that shine up golden in the sunlight. She lands on the ground and turns at such a high speed that your head spins just from looking at it.

As fast as it happened, she was already gone in the mass of moving people.

You stood there for a couple of moments, frozen by the heavenly grace of the mysterious woman.

Shaking your head, you tear yourself out of the trance and make your way back to the drom.

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