Bittersweet Symphony: Simply Ashton (On Hold)

Chapter 3

"Dude, you'll get late for your goddamn flight! You bitch!" Ronald called out to me, while I was jostling last of my belongings into the suitcase.

It was summer, again.

Sigh.

Again.

I forced myself to let go of her tender waist and our lips were almost part, now.

Rachel. She was a damn good kisser.

Just as I was about to turn away after giving her one last sexy smile (I think it was sexy), she grabbed my right fist and pulled me back in.

We were leaning on my room's door, it was closed.

Her hand grabbed a handfull of my black hair while we kissed.

Vigorously and quite forcefully rather than passionately.

Gross, right? Well, it was more of a status symbol.

She was highly irritating. Seriously.

I mean, come on, Gone With the Wind over X Men First Class? Seriously?

Die.

Please, drop dead.

Anyway, that chick was definitely hot. Like, gorgeous hot.

I always thought why the fuck she ain't a blonde, well, never mind.

Plus, she was rich enough to rent an apartment with me and Ronald, so, be it.

Having her as my girlfriend was the price to pay... I paid it.

I didn't really mind it, to be honest.

As long as I get to live in peace (not exactly) with my dad just sending me enough to rent a warehouse (while I live in an apartment) I was happy.

Ronald called one more time, irritation evident in his tone.

I brushed her aside and picked up my suitcase.

She kept her hand on my shoulder and whispered, "I will miss you."

Sure as hell, she was pouting. I could picture her doing that.

Yea, we tend to get to know certain (mostly annoying) habits of people we are living with. Even if we, like, detest them.

World is a funny place, filled with retards. Seriously.

Anyway, I made my way to the front door with my 'girlfriend' walking closely behind me, making it difficult for me to drag the suitcase. 

There I was met with another pouting human waiting by a black Merc.

I rolled my eyes at him as I shoved my belongings into the trunk and went straight for the passenger seat.

"Baby, I have a test tomorrow. I need to study, so I won't be able to drop you..." Rachel  was now standing at the window which was rolled down, as I was seated inside the car.

"It's okay, all the best." I said.

"Are you angry?"

"No."

"Sure?"

"Yep."

"Okay, whatever. Bye."

And we were off , just me and my homie.

He was a good driver.

Change that, he was an amazing driver, provided you like roller coasters.

I happen to adore them.

So, the car zig zagged it's way through the over populated and polluted city of Chicago, like a snake, slithering past all the trucks, cars and buses.