~Andy's POV~
I set four different alarms on my phone last night so I’d wake up on time. There isn’t a strong enough coffee in the world to get me through a class on assembly language but at least I don’t have to program in C# today. Hexadecimal doesn’t bug me, but Perl is another galaxy to write in.

I woke up and choked down a double shot of espresso, intending to take notes in class in an attempt to see if it helped me pay attention. The only notes I wrote down from a 2 hour lecture were ‘Digital Transfer Calculation.’ Time (in seconds) = size of file divided by bandwidth (maximum theoretical bandwidth/kbps).

I’d recently gotten into scripting and wondered if I could create a script to read Olivia's mind. She’s never online anymore, doesn’t want to talk and she barely texts or calls. It occurred to me that she was probably about to break up with me again.

“I miss you babe.” I texted. No response. Everybody was leaving their computer stations before I noticed class had ended.

Olivia texted back at noon. “We need to talk, videochat later?”

All afternoon I sat through a business class pondering what I’d done to upset her this time. I hadn’t lived up to her standards for a while and we wouldn’t have a chance to physically hang out for another two months during the semester break. What could’ve possibly gone wrong in the past couple of weeks that would make her want to dump me?


~Emily's POV~
I’ve started looking around for a cute enough guy to take my mind off of Andy. There’s a guy in my sociology class who’s kind of cute, I don’t know what kind of cologne he wears but it definitely grabs my attention and he has cheekbones for days. Nobody else here is my type.
Kind Of Cute was looking around the room today during the lecture and our eyes met briefly. I felt the blood rush to my face as he smiled at me. I smiled back and pretended to resume taking notes, writing ‘Mrs. Emily Biersack’, 'Mrs. Andy Biersack' and ‘Mrs. Biersack' in scrawling letters all over the page. I was deeply concentrating on perfecting the jagged edges of making Mrs. Andy Biersack look like the ACDC logo when I heard a deep chuckle. “You’re married?”


My eyes were nearly level with his crotch. Again, I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I slammed my binder shut. “Um not exactly.” The words escaped my mouth before my brain could stop them.


“Oh, so you aren’t Mrs. Andy Biersack?” He prodded, standing next to my desk. “Because I’m pretty sure your book said…”

I cut him off. “I was daydreaming.” I shrugged, trying to will the color to drain from my cheeks.

“Daydreaming in class?” He grinned.

I blushed again at his grin, it might’ve been getting hot in the classroom.

“I could use a daydreamer in my group.” His eyes glanced at the door and back at me. “Do you already have a project?”

“Yes.” I answered quickly in an attempt to both change the subject and pretend I knew what was going on.

“Oh.” His smile faded into a smirk.

“I mean no! I don’t have a project. Which project are you referring to?” I tried to make it seem like I had a lot of projects going on but it was pretty obvious that I wasn’t paying attention. I sighed and threw my books into my backpack. “I have no idea what we’re supposed to be working on right now.” I admitted.

He smiled again. “I noticed.” His laugh was a deep chuckle. “Groups of four, any medium, any social issue.” He reminded.

It sounded too fun to be true. “Awesome.” I met his smile with mine, gazed into his eyes and felt my face getting hot again.

“My name’s Ashley, our group’s meeting in the cafeteria after class if you'd like to join us.” He nodded and walked away.

I texted my dad and told him I was working on a group project after classes. He didn’t text back and I hoped he wasn’t going to storm into the cafeteria demanding my presence at the dinner table.

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