Saturdays were my designated relaxation days. So on Friday nights, I'd finish all my homework, even if it keeps me up until the ungodly hours of the morning, because I get to sleep in the next day. However, when I woke up way earlier than I intended that glorious Saturday morning, I knew immediately something was off. It didn't take long for me to figure it out, really.

All I had to do was take note of the fact that my boobs were killing me, I was feeling more grumpier than usual, and my calendar said it was almost time. I could cry. My day of relaxation just flew out the window and got run over by a bus.

I reached for my phone with all the intention of bitching to Charlie about my crisis, but a text from Leo made me sidetrack.

He sent it around six in the morning...on a Saturday.

It took him a while to answer.

My nose scrunched up in disgust.

I sighed.

Butterfly? It took me a second. Oh.

😁

Before I got a chance to reply, he sent another text.

He shouldn't have asked. I felt my shoulders slump.

I didn't bother replying after that, opting instead to get back on track and send Charlie a text about everything wrong with my life, but half way through, he sent me another message.

And I was crying.

Damn you, Mrs. Satan!

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