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Chapter Fourty: And I wish I had a lamborghini

"Don't let the sunshine spoil your rain."

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Chapter Fourty: And I wish I had a Lamborghini

I always hated the end of term.

I hated it when I was in high school, and I was hoping being a college student would be a little different. But apparently not.

"Here." Said Jordan, dumping a huge cardboard box into my arms. "Take this out to the car for me will you?" I almost stumbled under the weight, barely managing to see over the top of it.

"What did you put in here?" I panted as Jordan turned to go back into Zoe's beauty class. "Diamond mascara wands?"

"I wish." Said Jordan with a laugh. "Then maybe we'd actually get something out of this course." I let out a laugh as a hand wacked him over the back of the head and Zoe appeared, her arms across over her chest.

"You two have no respect for the arts." She said, leaning against the doorframe.

"Arts?" Jordan asked, ducking out from under her arm. "You call that arts? I mean, you look pretty and all, but I don't really think it's art Zo." Zoe glared at him, frowning so deeply her eyebrows almost disappeared.

"Hey." I asked, shifting my grip on the box. "Always compliment your girl on her makeup. A, it took a lot of effort and B, the price of her concealer could pay for your gas tank."

"Thank you Spencer." Said Zoe. "At least you have some idea."

"You're both nuts." Jordan muttered under his breath. "Now come on. Those boxes aren't going to move themselves." He disappeared back inside the classroom and Zoe turned to me with a soft smile.

"Need the keys Spence?" She asked. I grinned at her over the top of the box.

"Yeah." I said. "Might come in handy."

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The course that Zoe had taken was only a one year course. She'd already left high school when she was a junior to take an apprenticeship in stage makeup, but it turned out that she needed a degree as well before any company would actually take her on as a makeup artist. She'd graduated yesterday and Jordan and I were currently in the process of helping clean out her beauty station from her lecture room and moving it all back to the apartment. Oh joy. But she was already in the process of searching for a job, so hopefully it wouldn't be too clogged at home for too long.

I stayed close to the wall as I headed towards the car park, doing my best to keep out of the way of the other students. There weren't many around as college had finished for the year, just those who'd either graduated or where helping with the end of year clean up, but I knew with my lack of vison over the top of the box, it was better to be safe then sorry.

When I made it out the car, I almost got run over twice, both times by cars full of frate boys as they sped down the carpark towards the exits. I dumped Zoe's stupid makeup stuff into the trunk and then lent against the side of her car, letting out a deep breath. My arms were aching. Who would have thought makeup could be that heavy? Maybe they really were diamond mascara wands.