Plain Sight

Chapter 2.

My week started off average. Average enough for a Monday, and then it all went to shit.

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"Ash, I swear if you give me one more complaint about my beautiful 1965 mustang convertible, I will run you over with it", I stated, annoyance dripping from my voice.

"C'mon, Sky. You know I love messing with ya", He chuckled, with an obvious eye roll.

"Yeah keep rolling your eyes, maybe you'll find a brain back there", I sassed back.

My best friend, Ashton, is always a pain in my ass.

"Ha ha, very funny. Just because I'm failing McCarthy's class, doesn't make me that dumb." He mocked in feign hurt.

"Sweetheart, you could do it with that man and he'd still fail you, even if you're good." I added because our professor was young and extremely attractive, but strict.

Also, Ashton is gay. Very gay.

Ash is the nicest gbf (gay best friend) but he is one snarky, blunt shitface.

It's a good thing he's handsome because his personality is god awful.

Ash is around 5' 10, short brunette locks, a pretty lean muscular build, a flawless jaw structure, and eyes that you could get lost in. So, yes. In other words, Ash is model hot. Usually whenever we're around a group of hot guys I can't tell if they're staring at me or him.

"I wish I could do it with that man", He said, smirking.

Gross. Ew. No.

"Okay, we're here. Get out of my car and shut up."

We walked into our 8 AM class that was about an hour and half. We were still half asleep, even after our usual morning coffee run. With my luck, I ran right into the hottest kid in our class, while holding my scorching coffee. I almost, I repeat, almost, spilled it on him.

Yikes. That would've hurt

Out of all people, it had to be Liam.

Liam is the hottest piece of ass on campus. Student-wise, because McCarthy's a babe too.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I said with a nervous laugh, trying to avoid eye contact out of embarrassment.

"Hey, it's okay", Liam said shifting around, trying to catch my eyes.

I finally looked into his eyes.

Holy shit.

His eyes are pretty.

"There's your eyes, it's okay, don't sweat it. No harm done, no coffee spilled." He said as he began to walk backwards. A charming smirk forming, as he turned around.

I hate to see him go, but I love to watch him leave.

Damn, that ass.

Wait, what?

"Get to your seat, you idiot", I thought to myself.

"Real smooth, Sky. Great way to get the hot kid's attention." Ash added in, as we took our seats.

Sarcastic little shit.

Our professor started his morning lecture, making me want to stab myself in the eye, because 8 AM is too early to be learning about the many philosophers.

But if I did that, then I wouldn't be able to stare at our attractive professor or stare at Liam, the hot kid I almost gave a third degree burn earlier.

"Why does Liam keep turning around to look at you?" Ash whispered to my left.

What...

"Why would he be looking at me?" I wondered my thoughts out loud to Ash.

"You tell me babe. He's ogling at your face."

"The hell-"

"Well, it has to be your face, because your outfit is pretty eh today." Ash voiced his opinion, rudely, may I add.

"Do you want to walk home? Because if you keep talking, you won't have a ride home", I whispered ferociously.

"Sweetie, I have the second pair of keys to your shit show of a ride. Plus, I've had better sex in my grandparents cars."

"You ass, your grandparents are loaded, and I've-"

I got cut off, again.

But by someone else this time.

Today's just not my day.

"Skylar, please enlighten me and share what's more interesting than my class."

My attractive professor, Mr. McCarthy, was calling me out. Everyone shifted to look at me, including Ash, mocking me like the bitch he is.

"Um, nothing. Sorry." I mumbled.

"No, really. This isn't high school anymore, tell me what's got you riled up so early. Besides the fact that you're sitting in my class so early on a Monday, surrounded by many delinquents that will drop out of college less than halfway through." He spoke sarcastically, smiling to himself.

Why is everyone feeding me their shit today?

But damn, his smile.

"Well, if you must know, Ashton here," I smirked, as I turned the hotspot over to Ash, watching his eyes widen in horror, "was mocking my car."

"What car do you have?" Wondered McCarthy, furrowing his eyebrows.

Why is he asking that question out of all the possibilities?

"Um, a 1965 mustang convertible." I said confused as to why he was asking.

"A classic. Nice, I'd love to see it one day."

Every girl in the class was glaring at me, jealous of the attention I was receiving by Mr. Hotstuff, the nickname we gave McCarthy, as he got back to the topic of today's lesson.

As if enough people didn't hate me.

Weird enough, Liam was glaring at Professor Hotstuff though.

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"If you think about it, your day wasn't absolute shit. You got attention from two of the hottest humans to walk this campus, so congrats babe," Ash chimed in when we walked into our shared apartment off campus.

"Thanks for your two cents, but I'll give you a whole dollar to shut the fu-". I was cut off. Yet again.

"More like a quarter to the swear jar, boo."

I'm so done now.

"If karma doesn't hit you, I will. Now leave me alone."

I walked into my bedroom, shut the door, and jumped on my bed.

"Oh how I've missed you, my love", I tenderly spoke to my bed as my eyelids grew heavy.

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