Importance Of You

jesus christ.

Knowing who you want to be is significantly different than actually following through with it.

Career wise, a doctor has always been my gravitational pull. So, that's exactly what I am going to school for. Never in my life did I imagine pre-med would kick my ass the way it has. High school was a complete breeze for me, I never had to worry if I was going to pass a test. My main worries in high school were trying to make sure Faith and Jeremy didn't find out I used their wonderful bodies in my spare time. Here's a tip, don't ever become best friends with a couple, and then have sex with them. Horrible idea.
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"Silver..." waves of hot air rush over my ear. I flip my head up, only to be met with some beautiful naked freshman staring down at me. "Jesus H. Christ, Kyla!" I seethe and grab a stray bra from the floor, clasping it on.

"It's Kayla, asshole" she says and rolls her gorgeous brown eyes, farther than they needed to roll.

"I was one letter off, that's actually not bad for me. And, sweetheart," I lean across the bed, titling her chin up, "roll your eyes any further, they'll be stuck. You're too pretty to be able to audition for another season of American Horror Story. Freaky shit"

"Silver, you're such an ass. God, to think you were actually into me." Kayla stands and throws her dress over her pale body.

"I was into you, for the night" I wink at her and smack her ass. "Time to go. I have class, and I don't think my roommates will be too excited for you to be here."

I open my bedroom door wearing last night's black jeans and a thin tank top. "Silver, I swear to god if you have another freshman in there, I'm going to scream!" I would like to tell Lilly she's already screaming, but I'll save my sarcastic comments for a later date.

"Come on Lil' don't act like you didn't hear us last night. That was such a rhetorical question. Of course I have another freshman. They don't ask questions, they just rip off their clothes and allow me to do what I do best."I exaggerate my smile towards Lilly and grab a breakfast bar out of the cabinet. "Okay, this tastes like rubbish."

"You're an American, Silver. Not from Ireland or whatever." These are the types of comments I receive from someone who graduated high school with a 2.9 GPA.

"At least you're pretty." I laugh and kiss Lilly's cheek before walking out the door. "Oh! Don't forget to get Kyla out of here!" I shout, followed by an annoyed voice, "It's Kayla!"

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Okay, if someone wants to use the left lane on the goddamn highway, you pass people. You especially don't go twenty under the speed limit. These people are ridiculous.

"Sil, you look like you didn't get any last night. Absolutely horrible." Here's Jeremy. Remember the guy I hooked up with in high school along with his girl friend at the time. He's an occasional sex partner, and all he wants is a title- ridiculous.

"Oh, I got plenty last night. These goddamn people just don't know how to drive." I sigh and slip on a pair of white converse.

"You're going to be late, and Lord knows if you're late to Sykes again, he will fail you." Honestly, Jeremy thinks he's my father. Seriously, he begs me to call him 'daddy' in bed. It's slightly insane, but if it gets him off, I won't argue. I tell him he's a pedophile at least.

"Sykes can suck a hard one. I do this work, I have an A in his class, there should be no complaints from that old hag."

"Damn, I love when you're sassy. It turns me on a bit." Jer slings his arm over my shoulders and pulls me closer to him.

"Mm, does it now?" I look up towards him and raise a 'needs to be drawn in' eyebrow.

"I could take you over the hood of this car right now with no problem" He whispers into my ear, and gives my butt a slight tap.

"As amazing as that sounds, it's not going to happen. Come over tonight, maybe? But don't be surprised if it turns into a three way!" I duck from under his arm and dash to class.

By the time I have arrived to my class, I think I might be dying. My lungs are going to collapse, I can feel it. Running is not my thing, exercise is not my thing. Honestly, anything besides sex, eating, and sleeping is not my thing.

"Sykes, I'm here. Don't you dare mark me late!" I scream within broken breaths and bend over clutching my stomach.

"Jesus Christ, Silver if you're going to be a doctor, falling over and dying after running for thirty seconds isn't going to cut it." There's the Sykes I know and love.

"Listen you animals. I am tired. I am hungover. I am an old man. Take this time to study over the last part of the math notes from last section. It'll be on your mid-term."

For some odd reason, it seems Sykes is who I will be in the future. Just an old hag who hates everyone, never have been married, and drinks till he's back in his prime of the 80's.

(Hello you animals. I hope you enjoy reading this absolutely outrageous thing I'm calling a book!)