Motorcycle Girl

Chapter 1: Odeletta

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Chapter 1: Odeletta

An incessant beeping beside me pulls me out of sleep, and I can already feel the annoyance running through me. Reaching over, I hit stop on my iPhone. I pull the covers over my head and roll over.

I'm skipping today, there's no way I'm getting out of bed.

I burrow my face in my pillow, sighing slowly.

I feel sleep starting to take over, and then a loud sound makes me sit up, fast.

"Get up." Mason snaps. "We're going to be late."

I rub my eyes, looking at my best friend.

"Not going." I mutter, laying back down.

"We are starting a new chapter today, and it's Friday." He reminds me. "Which is the only day that you have one class. You'll be out by ten." He reasons. "Get up, Nate."

He walks out.

I sigh harshly, staring at the ceiling.

It should be illegal to wake up before ten. I glance at the clock.

7:17AM

I let out a groan, kicking the comforter off of my legs. I walk across the hall in my boxers.

"Ew!" Brenda calls from the kitchen. "Put on some pants!"

I scowl, entering the bathroom. I slam the door.

I hate that girl. She's so annoying, her high pitched voice, her laugh that sounds like a squeal, her smile. Every single thing about that girl irks me. Mostly what irks me is that she's my roommates girlfriend and she's here all the time, and I've grown accustomed to her moans as she has sex with my best friend. I roughly run my hand over my face, starting the shower.

When the water is warm, I pull down my boxers and get in, sighing.

I mean, I should be allowed to cross the hall to my apartment in my underwear without her voice giving me a headache before eight in the morning.

Plus, she practically lives here. She should pay rent.

I grin. That's not a bad idea. I could pay less, and maybe I could afford to get a phone that doesn't crash when I open Instagram or Snapchat.

I pour my old spice shampoo into my hand, washing my hair and rinsing it out, and then I wash my body. I get out, wrapping a towel around my waist. I check to see if I have to shave, but then I remember I shaved yesterday, so there's hardly any stubble.

I roll on deodorant and then I go pee and flush, and then pick my boxers up off the ground. I secure my towel around my waist and exit the bathroom.

"Ew!" Brenda giggles. "Put on some clothes!"

Mason peeks his head around the corner.

"Brenda, go home." I mutter.