Broken Promises.

Chapter Fourteen- Just a muffin.

Chapter Fourteen- Just a muffin.

About a week later..

Bridgette's P.O.V

  I walked over to my closet with Emerson hot on my trail, complaining about the lack of food in her stomach. Alex had already left for work, and now, Emerson and I were getting ready for university. I was currently on my third cup of coffee this morning, well afternoon, and was standing in front of my closet contemplating on what to wear. "So why aren't you cooking me a meal?" Emerson asked me, I rolled my eyes at her and grabbed a pink shirt to go over the white tank top I was currently wearing along with my faded blue shorts.

  "As you can see, Emerson Anne, I'm getting clothing on. And were already almost late." I replied to her, slipping on my daily attire. She let out a loud and long groan, making me roll my eyes over dramatically. "Jesus! We'll get some damn food on our way!" 

  "Thank you!" She exclaimed and hugged me, making me laugh. "I'll be in the car!" Emerson called, I said ok to her mentally and continued getting myself together for today's class at university. It is now about three o'clock in the afternoon and I am now slowly rising to my tired aching feet.

  Our first full week in Cheshire has now passed today. I don't even want to explain what has and hasn't gotten unpacked. All my time has been focused and put into one thing, my short year in university. Alex managed to find a job down the street at a convenient store, we were all pretty proud of her for that little achievement. All Alex was happy about was being able to snack on her favorite snacks whenever she pleased.

  Emerson is now currently working night shifts at the grocery store about two blocks from our flat, arriving home around ten o'clock in the morning. She was pretty happy about it because she is more energetic and focuses better when the universe is at rest.

  And me, I'm at home, studying my ass off, getting ready for all my upcoming exams. Classes have been easy, but have been a pain at the same time. I've only been there barely a week, and I've already been late, twice. Knowing already how today's routine is going, I'll probably be late again today. I grabbed the hair tie that was on my wrist and lazily put my hair up in a messy bun. 

  I grabbed my cell phone and put it in my back pocket of my jeans, turning off my light switch in the process of my flee out of my messy ass room. I closed my bedroom door and grabbed my iPhone from my back pocket, checking if I had anything blinking on the screen, woah, I can't reply to zero messages. I rolled my eyes and stuck the device back in my pocket. I ran down the stairs in my hallway to the living area in the flat, hearing a noise in the kitchen. I glanced into it, seeing Emerson stuffing her face with leftover pasta from last night's meal. 

  "Thought you said you'd be in the car?" I asked Emerson, standing at the doorway of our kitchen and laughing lightly, "do you ever stop eating?"

  "Um." Emerson began to say with a mouth full of pasta, "If I say no, can we still get breakfast?" I laughed at her and walked over to the light switch, trying my hardest to conserve energy, and the money in my pocket.

  "Get your ass in the driver' seat." I responded back to her and switched the lounge room light switch off.

  "Someone's a bitch." Emerson let out with a cough. I rolled my eyes and walked over back to the island Emerson was currently occupying.

  "Cry about it." I said back to her, grabbing the lid to the tupperware she was eating out of. I walked over to the refrigerator and carefully set the container in it. 

"Maybe I will." Emerson pouted, pretending to cry. "You're a big meany, you know that?" I smiled and walked over to her, hugging her tightly.

  "I know. Can we please go? I've missed Miss Wright's afternoon lecture for about two days now." I responded to her, land let go of the tall person that stood in front of me. I grabbed her car keys from the island, and started pushing her closer to the front door in our enormous flat.