LOGINAfter I’ve studied for a couple of hours, I text Dimitri.Me:
Monday classes are finally over. Gosh, I hate Mondays. Right now, I’m on my way to the coffee place, but I don’t get too far before I’m stopped.“He
I’m slowly getting used to the idea of being friends with Dimitri. We’ve been sharing our notes, walking to class together, getting coffee together, etc. He’s also been a lot more relaxed. Of course, he’s still his grumpy self, but there’s something different about it. Maybe I just don’t feel intimidated or scared by him anymore, which is a positive thing in my eyes. I don’t know if Dimitri feels the same way, though.
I walk into my second last class of the day and take my usual seat. But instead of sitting alone this time, a person drops into the seat next to me. I look up and realize it’s Oliver - one of the guys I went camping with. I haven’t really seen Harry or Oliver since then, and it’s nice to see a familiar face.
I can’t be happier today, because it’s Sunday. That means no school and no Dimitri. I slept awful last night. My mind had been swirling with the events of yesterday, so I had come to the conclusion that I would ignore him. I know I said that last time, but this time I’m gonna keep my promise.
It has been a couple of days since I last saw Dimitri. He hasn’t shown up to class either, so I made a copy of my notes for him. It’s Saturday today, so I can head over to his dorm and give them to him. Now I just have to find out which dorm is his. Easier said than done.