College Boys

c h a p t e r n i n e

Continuation of Saturday, 24th November

"Where do you live?" He asked me.

"NW2 5NG, that's my postcode." I tell him.

"Okay. Get in the car."

I've been told many times not to get in the car if a stranger.
But they never told you to not to get into the bed of a stranger. Which I think is peculiar.

You would most likely get raped/harmed in a bed rather than a small ass car where your head can touch the ceiling.

If I've been in his bed and he didn't do any harm to me, why would he bother harming me in his car?

So, like the stupid kid I am, I do endeavour to get in.

But then, I look at the car.

It's a Lamborghini.

A fucking lamborghini.
It's maroon. And the way the light from the sun shines on it - it looks like it's sparkling.

If it were a person, it would be Kim Kardashian with the way it demands attention.

"Wow. This car is.... giltzy."

(*cough* attention seeker *cough*)

"My father bought it for me as a gift." He says, his voice strained.

"Okay. Anyway, what's your name?"

"Oh, so now that you've seen my money, you want to know about me?"

His reply surprised me. His arrogance irritated me.

"Bitch, I just wanted to know who was giving me a ride-"

I bursted into laughter and guffaws, interrupting my sentence.

I was hyperventilating from laughing so much.

"What the fuck? Do you need an inhaler?"

"No..." I sighed, "Don't you get it? Ride? Because you let me ride you last night and now you're giving me a ride again?"

"Filthy-minded child."

"What? What are you, seventy?" I inquire.

It seems my inquiries are unwanted because he doesn't answer.

***

My house was a half-an-hour drive from that frat house.

I musn't have noticed because I was too busy caking my face with liquid foundation.

I didn't pick up a minor detail because I was so lost in something else.

Strange, isn't it?

But right now, I was attentive to everything.

Every
Single
Noise.

Because it was so fucking quiet!

We reached my house and I took my seatbelt off, putting it to the side.

I get out of the car but I hear a barely audible murmur from him.

"What?" I ask.

"Mike. My name is Mike and I'm twenty."

I smirk at him.
"Thank you very much, Mike. Bye."

He drives away in his red lamborgini.

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Longest chapter in the book so far!

Over 400 words!

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