Searching for Love

Chapter 4.

Aria's Pov

It's been a month and me and this mysterious guy have been writing each other messages on a desk. He's really funny I just wish I could put a face on who ever Im talking to. Sitting on my bed rewriting my notes and also studying, I glanced over at my phone checking any messages.

Apparently nothing came up. Sighing and finally getting up from the position I was sitting in all morning I stretch out my legs, finding something to eat. Opening a bag of wavy lays potatoe chips and grabbing a bottle of Aloe juice, I walked back to my bed with my food.

Turning the t.v on I flipped through the channels finding something interesting to watch. Deciding on Love and Hip Hop I continue eating my chips.

The door opened and Zoie walked in looking tired as hell. Laughing a little I asked her what's wrong.

"What's up with you?" I put a chip in my mouth.

"Girl let me tell you how this professor got me all the way fucked up." she dropped her bag on the floor.

"What happened?"

"Remember this morning how I told you about how I got community service hours to do?"

"Yeah what about it?"

"This professor had me running through hell in back doing shit for her." she rolled her eyes.

"Welp you got yourself in trouble cussing that professor out." I shrugged laughing.

"Man shut up." she walked over to to the couch falling backwards. "She should have never tried me in the first place."

"True." Looking over at me she rolled her eyes sitting up.

"Don't tell me you sat in that same spot since 9am this morning."

"I didn't." I side eyed her. "I clearly had to go to the bathroom every now and then." I said sarcastically.

"Aria are you serious?"

"Whaat?"

"All you do is study and go to class, and go to church, you never do anything fun anymore." she pouted.

"Yeah I do. Remember when we went to the club?" I pointed at her.

"Yeah what about it?"

"Me you and some other girls went out clubbing that night."

"Aria you didn't even drink anything that had to do with alcohol." she laughed. "And you kept complaining about how you wanted to go home and shit." she rolled her eyes.

"Cause I had to-."

"Study I know." she interrupted. "But your going out with me tonight." she got up and went to her closet finding something to wear.

"No I'm not. I didn't even finish rewriting my notes and studying for my up and coming test." I put my text book on my lap.

"When I come out the shower you better be ready." she pointed at me.

"We'll see." I said before she walked out. Heading back to highlighting my notes and studies. looking up at the television I seen Tommy throwing grapes at Treasure.

Then organizing my papers I heard the word bitch coming from the t.v. I looked up again seeing Tommy beating Treasure ass, then throwing a class cup at her. Shaking my head and laughing my phone started ringing, I picked it up seeing it was my father.

"Hey Dad."

"Hey. How's it going Babygirl?"

"Pretty good. Just studying." I sighed.