19 year old Yolanda Khan is lucky to be going into her 2nd year of the college she's dreamed of: Princeton University with her twin sister. After she gets a spot in her Zoology class, Yolanda is determined and would do anything to keep her spot and...
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It's pitch black outside with the moon out and stars shining. We've nearly finished our slideshow and note taking after another 2 hours, and begin walking back to his truck. It's the only vehicle parked in the parking lot since everyone has left. He was off track most of the time of course, telling me a story about a group of teenagers who went missing in these woods apparently, many decades ago, and it spooked me out.
I couldn't stay there any longer with him without him trying to scare me. I need to get back anyway to get ready for work in the morning. I've started clocking in on the weekends to keep me busy. From what? I can't explain. It feels as if there's a deep pit feeling of guilt buried in my bones.
I can feel it everytime I move, everytime I'm alone. Ava doesn't know it. All I know is she's been upset that I now work on Saturday morning and Sunday afternoon, especially since it's the only time we can really hang out and go shopping together. We used to do it all of the time.
I put my bag in the backseat, and brush the loose strands of hair behind my ears. "You're telling me you've never tried that yogurt place ever in your life?" He asks, shocked. We were talking about the best desserts for some reason after I told him about how my sister bakes a lot, and he said cookies and cream ice cream. I shrug.
"Nope. I'm just more of a... I don't know. Not a yogurt person." I can't handle the dairy. Douglas shakes his head in denial, and points at the truck. "Unacceptable," he says. I give him a look, crossing my arms. "You better be driving us back to the dorms or else I'm not getting in."
He laughs sarcastically. "Yeah sure. Whatever you call the ice cream shop." He acts like he's thinking for a second. "I'm sure it's not called dorms though." "I'm not going to try ice cream for your enjoyment," I say in an acerbic tone. "My sister is probably going to call the cops if I'm not there." Douglas sighs as he hops in the truck and starts it. "We'll be in and out. I promise, you just have to try the new Christmas themed flavor. Scratch the cookies and cream.."
I stare at him for a few moments, annoyed. Except I try not to smile because he's just like me. I always have to try new things, especially around the holiday season when all of the good stuff is out. I didn't expect me to stare at him too long. I begin to notice the little features on his face.. He has a cut on his eyebrow, dark circles, and tiny moles spreaded across his face
I check my watch. 10:40PM. I sigh as I climb in the truck where he is, because it's cold obviously, and look at him with a serious face . He cracks a snort. "You have to promise that we're driving back after we get the ice cream. Or else you're technically kidnapping me." He rolls his eyes and puts the key into the ignition. Fleetwood Mac begins to play through the speakers.
"Girl, you're the one who climbed into my truck. Literally." I make an offended face, because I did have to use the steps to get in. "And you see, promises aren't really all that if you don't pinky promise." I click my seatbelt and look at him again. "Fine." His hands are warm as we lock pinkies. When I let go, he forces it back. "Nuh uh. I have to say it."
