BRION IVOR
Someone's calling me. Wtf? It's fucking 3am. I ignore it. It rings over again. I pick it up.
'Who the fuck is this?' I ask.
'Hi...Brion,' an effeminate voice says.
Shit.
'What?' I ask.
'It's Kayla. Kayla Stein,' she says.
I swear I don't know anyone like that.
'What the fuck do you want?' I ask.
'Do you know who I am?' she asks.
'I don't want to,' I reply.
'Remember you got in a hot tub with me some time ago?' she asks.
Now I get it. I don't fucking care.
'Fuck off,' I say.
'Let's talk at 9am, shall we?' she says and fucking hangs up on me. I put my phone away as my eyes fall on the sleeping princess on top of me. Really, this girl wouldn't wake up even if the house was on fire.
I have classes early today so I get up at eight.
Adriana wakes up, a bit disturbed. She's not going to make it in time for her first class.
'You know I hate you, right?' she asks.
'It's eight o'clock. You still have enough time,' I say.
'Shut up,' she replies.
'Oh I forgot. Four hours in the bathroom,' I add.
'Say one more thing and I'm gonna slap you,' she threatens.
'I want you to do just that,' I put my arms around her waist.
'Go to hell,' she says, heading for the bathroom.
We're leaving right now. I'm getting my annoying girlfriend coffee. I can go the whole day without eating and she can't.
'We're going out after your class,' I say.
'Shut up,' she replies.
Just as I pull up at school, I see one of my ex hook ups. The one who called hours ago.
She smiles at me and walks away.
'See you later?' I say, kissing Adriana.
I watch as she leaves. The view behind is .... perfect.
'She's yours, isn't she?' someone asks.
Kayla.
I ignore her and walk away.
Done and dusted 😍.
Adriana texts me. I've waited my whole life for her to say that.
I'm outside.
I reply.
'Where do you wanna go?' I ask in the car.
'A restaurant,' she says. I'm damned she didn't say Starbucks.
'Ofcourse I'm taking you to a fucking restaurant. Just, which one?' I ask, rolling my eyes.
'You know I'm gonna say Starbucks, right?' she asks.
'Please don't,' I reply.
'What's with you and that pretty restaurant?' she asks.
I roll my eyes. We get to a restaurant and have lunch.
'I'm staying at the dorm. You, mister, will pick me up at six pm,' she says.
She's being fucking annoying.
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