bad choices | sequel to bad boy, bad girl

two

chapter 2

After two days of avoiding Mindy and spending most of my time in Gilinsky and Johnson's dorm, it was finally the first day of classes. I woke up to the bright light of the shitty curtains Mindy had brought. I groaned at the thought of getting up. I had woken up before the sound of my alarm, which is surprising. Usually I sleep through it. I rolled over, checking if Mindy was gone. Sure enough, her bed was tightly made and her side of the room sparkled in cleanliness. I smiled, relieved I wouldn't have had to hear her constant nagging. We had been bickering since I stepped foot into this room. 

I grabbed my phone and found a piece of paper with a note. I quickly skimmed over it.

' Thought you might wanna sleep in, xx Mindy' it read. Of course she dotted her I's with hearts. What did she mean by sleep in?

 I checked my phone, finding my alarm turned off. I felt my heart beat accelerate as I saw the time. 11:50. Class starts at 12:10. Fuck.

"Fucking bitch." I muttered, throwing off my blankets and jumping out of bed. 

I ran over to the outfit I had already picked out. A lilac slightly cropped baby doll tee, black high-waisted jeans and I switched my heels for a pair of all black Nike's. I quickly brushed out my hair, applied minimal makeup, including my red lip, and grabbed my sunglasses and my bag. I walked out the door, going as fast as I could without looking like a total geek. I made my way out the building in record time and started walking to my first class. Music history. It may or may not be something I want to do in the future, but music had always been a big part of me. 

I walked fast, seeing my building where my class was being held. I felt someone step on my heel, sending me tripping forward a little. 

"Watch where you're going, dick!" I grumbled, rolling my eyes and turning around. 

"Good to see you haven't changed one bit, Baird." Smirked Nash, his bright blue eyes glowing in the sunlight. 

"Hey Nash." I said, his arm swinging around my shoulders and we walked forward. He had just gotten here last night, I hadn't had a chance to see him yet. He kissed my forehead, something all the guys often did to me. They were family, it meant nothing. My heart swelled at my miss for the rest of the gang. 

"Where are you going in such a rush?" He asked. 

"My bitch of a room mate shut off my alarm, just to mess with me. Now I'm late to fucking class. I didn't even get a chance to get a damn cigarette!" I exclaimed. 

"So I heard. Sammy was telling me of how much of a prick she is."

"Urgh, I hate it. The complete opposite of us, you know?" I said. He nodded and we stepped into the building. "I'm guessing you have a class here too."

"Yup. I'll pick you up when you're done, we'll get coffee or something." He said, walking into his class and giving me a small wave.

I looked around my classroom. Around 50 people sat there, all waiting for the professor to begin the course. I looked for a place, not many were left. I stood at the door, trying to decide where to sit. 

"Ah, I'm so glad to see some of my students decided to come to class." Said the prof. He looked around 30 or so, brown hair, dressed well. He seemed chill for all I knew. 

"Sorry. Just woke up." I smirked deciding on a seat in the middle, not to close to the front, nor the back. Mainly, it was because of the two people it was in between. 

I looked to the left of me to find the girl that had made my seating decision quite easy. She had dark, reddish-brown hair and green eyes, thickly lined cat-style. Her septum was pierced, a simple gold hoop with a gold ball. She wore an Arctic Monkeys shirt, intriguing me even more. She leaned back in her chair, not paying attention to anyone, her headphones hanging from her ears. Her music was so loud, I could hear the chorus of Arabella blaring. I took my seat and turned to face her, pushing back my hair with my sunglasses. I smirked at her as she took out her earbud, staring at me with a questioning look.