College experience

Chapter 27

I remember when I started this story. I didn't actually think anyone would read it except for my friends Zmaladana23(I think) and Cake102(I hope). And now a shout out to NorkersRule. Go read them. They aren't as new as I am, but the need some more people reading their shit. I don't do very many shout outs, and I don't know if it will do anything, but fuck it.

------------Andrew

Don't you dare, Andrew!

I screamed at myself. We have been on our way to the airport for about four house, without a bathroom break.

I'm about the piss myself.

Briar isn't helping. We are both listening to my phone with a ear bud splitter. Every time a song comes on he would start singing, and his soft voice would make it over to my left ear, the ear without the ear bud in it.

I almost died.

I can definitely tell why he is an art major and not a music major.

Last night, after we both woke up at about 1:00 am, we were really bored. A few blow jobs and an oh so delicious vibrator later, and we were bored again.

Briar, with his nirvana-fied brain, thought it would be hilarious to get out my violin.

I almost killed my precious boyfriend and his very talented fingers.

After getting it out, the next thing I know, the bow is streaming across the room and the sound of a dying cat screeched out as two of the four bow strings snapped like twigs.

He however, only got a small tongue lashing from me before I reattached new bow strings.

The rest of the night was a blur of lucid sounds and moans that I just can't seem to get out of my head. The tightness in my jeans is becoming unbearable. Think about something else.

I start to picture something, but before I can, Briar whispers into my ear 'Hannah fucking Abram' and the wood goes right down. I turn and give him a smile, which he returns, before looking up to the rear view mirror. I lock eyes with the disgusted orbs of Briar's dad.

I stare back, not backing down.

------------------Briar

Fucking finally. I sigh in relief when the airport comes into sight. The atmosphere in the dreaded car was tense and Andrew and I have had to pee since Sacramento.

We were going to piss our selves.

The stare off between dad and Andrew was still going on, but dad broke once he made it to the parking garage. I squeeze Andrew's hand and he smiles smugly. I shake my head.

I have such a narcissist for a bae.

Once the car was parked and luggage unloaded, Andrew and I were gone.

It took over twenty minutes to find a damn bathroom and by the we were waddling like penguins trying to keep our fluids in.

It must have been an amusing sight.

After finally finding a damn bathroom in the place and relieving ourselves, we made our way to security. Let me tell you, I almost tore the guard apart when he did a whole body check and took a feel at Andrew's ass, and cock. I however, but my tongue and didn't forge on the pervy security guard's intestines.

Because that is highly looked down on in society.

The rest of security wasn't bad, and soon we were on our way to our gate. When gate 7 came into my view, so did my parents and Zar, Abram, and Dawson. Along with them, Jill, Becca, John, and even McLain were there.

Jill, with her curly hair, tight curls that look like cork screws, was sitting in a chair in a Tokyo Ghoul shirt playing Color Switch on her phone, not paying any attention to everyone else.

Becca, the same girl that played with Andrew at the bar, was sitting next to Jill, draped over her almost asleep. Andrew had a confused look on his face when he spotted her, and I smirked. I "forgot" to tell him she was a werewolf-fairy hybrid, so he had a right to be confused.

John, short, and with a temper to match, was standing next to Jill, deliberately trying to mess up her score but commentating. She of course tuned him out.

McLain was sitting on Becca's other side, looking bored while listening to her phone. I scoff at her Chicago Cubs shirt.

Cardinals rule the diamond.

She also had on a pair of running trainers, Nike if I recall, that completely contrasted the Blue and Red of her shirt and the black of her sports leggings.

I watch as Zar goes to sit on Jill's lap for fun, Dawson goes to help John, and Abram sits quietly in the row behind everyone, but still close enough to here the conversation.

I sight when my eyes catch the glaring contest between Andrew and my dad. I am caught between being annoyed with my dad, and turned on by how aggressive Andrew is being.

I catch my mom's eye, who was also watching the exchange, and try to give her a small smile, but it probably looks more like a grimace.

This is going to be a fun plane ride. Not.