Finally 18 (girlxgirl)

Chapter 25

"I gotta go!" I laugh to my fiancé, Ethan.

"No, you don't," he smiles. "You can be a little late to class."

"At the University of California Berkley? NO, I CAN'T."

"We can't at least-"

"No, we can't. I'll see you later. Love you."

"Love you too," he smiles as I walk out. I walk outta the apartment and down to the lobby. I walk outta the building and get into my car, checking myself in the mirror.

My rib-length sandy brown hair is down, wavy, which looks great with my silver nose ring.

I have on holey, high waisted, denim shorts, a black, mock turtleneck crop top, and black converses.

I drive down the road, weaving easily through the streets. Berkley traffic is so much better than LA traffic. Moving here was one of the best decisions of my life, I swear. Ethan would hate living in LA, he hates traffic.

I smile at the thought of him. Sometimes I forget I'm getting married to him.

I sigh, three more weeks.

Holy shit, I can't wait. I love him. I love everything about him. His dark brown hair, his green eyes, everything. He's absolutely perfect for me, I know it for a fact. He gets me and he's so sweet and smart and funny and hot.

I pull up to a red light, and look to my right. There's a Barnes & Nobles.

I can stop for a coffee. I quickly make the turn to get my coffee, and park my car, going in. I walk and go to the Starbucks part and wait in line. When it's my turn to order, I just get a regular, decaf coffee.

"Thanks," I say, getting my change and my drink. I wander around the book store, looking at the magazines and stuff as I drink, checking the time to make sure I'm not late to class.

Oohh, One Direction. I grab the magazine with them on it and start to flip through the pages.

"Look at her," I hear laughing from a few aisles down. I try to ignore it with the sight of Harry's face, but it won't seem to die down. It just seems to get louder.

Then I hear wolf whistles and swooning from behind me. I roll my eyes and turn. There stands three girls. One blonde, one brunette, one with black hair.

A black haired girl with a nasty scowl.

I drop the magazine right then, and almost drop my coffee. "..Alex?" I ask.

"..Cooper," she says back.

I haven't seen her in two years.

"Alex."

"Cooper?"

"..you two know each other?" the brunette asks.

Alex slowly glances at her. "Yeah. She's my-"

"Old friend. I'm her old friend," I interrupt.

Alex looks me up and down. "Yeah. Old friend."

She stands in cuffed, holey denim skinny jeans, a plaid flannel, and black Vans. Her hair now falls to just a bit longer than her bellybutton, still with a middle part, but now jet black.

Her eyes are as gray and as bright and as deep and as perfect as ever.

I just glance at her and then down at my magazine on the floor. I quickly pick it up. "Well..I, uhh, better go. It was good seeing you again," I say.

"Wait," she says, walking behind me. Her voice sounds slightly raspier now.

"Yeah?" I ask, quickly putting my magazine back in it's place.