It’s the evening hours on campus. Micah’s last class of the day has officially ended, and he walks out of his class. Walking in the direction towards the front of the campus, he looks towards the building that the bookstore is located in. He votes against it and continues to walk towards the front.
Along the walk, he spots Rosie across the other walkway, walking in the same direction. Without thinking twice, he runs up to Rosie, instantly standing by her side. She looks to see who it is now walking beside her and rolls her eyes when she sees who it is.
Micah: Heyyyyy, Rosie.
Rosie: Hi.
Micah looks around the campus.
Micah: Clocking out for the day?
Rosie: Yep.
Micah: Cool, cool… it’s a nice night to start off the weekend, huh?
Rosie: What do you want, Micah?
Micah: Nothing, I’m just walking to the front of the campus, just like you…
Rosie: You don’t get a limo from your supermodel girlfriend to come to get you from class?
Micah mimics a laugh; it comes out sarcastically.
Micah: She’s not a supermodel, she’s an aspiring actress. But I wouldn’t want that attention to be on me, y’know? You should know, right?
Rosie confusingly looks at Micah; her eyebrows scrunched together.
Rosie: No?
Micah: Ah… alright, sorry about that. *sighs* So, you got any plans for the weekend? Going to any parties, or events…?
Rosie stops in her track and faces Micah, highly annoyed.
Rosie: What are you trying to say?
Micah: I’m just saying, we both know you were at the Placy’s Gala last weekend. You are only invited if you know someone who is a celebrity or has a high profile…
Rosie: Maybe before you get into anyone’s business, you should really know where you get your facts from.
Rosie starts walking again, leaving Micah standing there. Micah runs towards Rosie to catch up with her and stops her from moving anymore.
Micah: You see, you would’ve been right about that, but I remember bumping into a girl at the gala that looked exactly like you. Maybe I was just daydreaming, because, like, who would you know that has such a presence in the public? And also, you always talk about my girlfriend like she’s the most snobby person in the world because she’s an up-and-coming actress…
Rosie: Get out of my way.
Micah: I can admit that I am with her. SHe’s my girlfriend regardless of how famous she can be, and I can’t shit on her lifestyle because dating her means I signed up for the chaos that comes with her life. But for you to constantly shit on that lifestyle while being a part of that lifestyle says a lot about you.
Rosie doesn’t say anything at first until she gathers her thoughts.
Rosie: I don’t know what you’re talking about, Micah.
Micah: How does someone like you know a guy like Prescott Jones?
Rosie: I don’t.
Micah: One of your coworkers thought I was Prescott when I came into the store earlier.
Rosie: They don’t know what they’re talking about.
Micah: Roe–
Rosie: Don’t call me that.
Micah: Rosie, all I’m saying is that if anyone knows how to be in the limelight with a celebrity, it’s you. Maybe that’s why you give me so much shit about Kalia and me. Is there trouble in paradise? Huh? I haven’t heard anything about Prescott Jones having a girlfriend in the magazines lately…
Rosie punches Micah back; he unexpectedly falls to the ground.
Rosie: Leave me the fuck alone.
Micah looks at Rosie and then all of a sudden hears his friends’ voices. Rosie keeps walking and Micah quickly gets up from the ground, He doesn’t bother going after Rosie this time, but he’s mad at how Rosie handled the conversation. His friends, Dani and Tanner, go to Micah to help him out.
Dani: What the fuck was her problem?
Micah: Nothing. She’s a nobody.
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