Sweet Dreams (GXG)

Chapter 1

A/N Picture of Sophia above (it's always Sophia's P.O.V unless stated otherwise) Btw BAD LANGUAGE AND PG RATED SCENES BE WARNED!

I shuffle through my wardrobe listlessly, trying to decide what to wear, not that the stuff I had was that pretty. I decide on a plain beige tank top, very low cut (naturally ;) ) with distressed boyfriend jeans and black old skool vans. I run a hand through my tousled blonde-brown hair and glance in the mirror. I don't look that bad I suppose. I mean, it could be worse. Atleast Melissa always thinks I look hot. Melissa is my best friend, has been since we were tiny. She and I kind of have a friends with benefits deal. It started when we were round 15-16. We were both curious and when I admitted it to Melissa and she felt the same we started... experimenting. Though we didn't fully do it until we were both 18. I've no idea why because it's not like we were both mindful of the law or anything but still. Guess it was good because we were both fully ready then. Now we only meet up at night if we want to bang. Purely sex deal though we both know one of us wants more. I check my phone and see I've 20 minutes to get to school so I go downstairs and make myself a bowl of Apple Jacks, crunching as I scan Instagram. Photos of the latest house party litter the pages of my fellow schoolmates and some of them make me shudder. I hate house parties. People always end up either getting drunk, getting hurt, getting sick or getting into bed with a total stranger. And, sometimes, all of the above. I never attend them because for one I'm rarely invited and for another I just don't enjoy them. I finish the delicious cinnamony-apple flavored goodness and dump my bowl in the sink before grabbing my bag and car keys, leaving the house and locking it. I'm living in the house alone at the moment because my Mom is away on different business deals and my sister, Becca is at uni. My dad took off when I was born and I never knew him but then again you can't miss someone you never knew right? To be honest I just don't have the energy to ask my Mom about him anymore. She's always said he was a sleazeball and didn't deserve such a pure, loving family as the one he left. I suppose that was his choice and try as I might I don't hate him for that. I mean I want to leave too. I want to do a languages and Arts management degree in my first choice university, the American College of Arts and Sciences in Washington DC. I don't know what I want to be but I know it's something to do with arts and languages. I love them and they're the only ones I'm actually able to get decent grades in and I mean decent. I break out of my trance and hop into my bronze colored Ford Fiesta ST car. It was a gift for my 17th birthday along with a couple of cool tops and a few books. It is probably the best car I have ever and will ever own. It's so clean inside and it drives so smoothly. It is the perfect car for me, small and tidy like myself. I arrive at school with 5 minutes to spare and I smoothly park in one of the remaining spaces, hopping out and strolling inside to my locker. I open it to reveal a mess of school books, copies, lip-gloss, eyeliner and chewing gum. I apply a layer of lip-gloss, realising my lips are worryingly chapped and reach for my calculus book but before I can grab it I'm spun around and slammed into my locker. Melissa attacks my neck with her lips and I moan slightly, letting myself relax against her. 'I missed you so much babe. You have no idea. You look so fucking hot ugh what I wouldn't give to get into those sexy jeans' She whispers lowly and attacks my neck again, running her lips all over it. I moan again and trail my hands down her smooth, tanned arms. We both jump when the bell goes. 'Ugh fuck I have accounting now. What do you have?' She asks me and I pause, running over my timetable in my head. 'Double...Calculus and then..... economics' I say, probably wrong but anyways. Melissa groans though I've no idea why. She found out ages ago that the only class we share together is English Literature and even then we don't sit together. She glances at my lips which I nibble sexily just to tease her. She groans again and goes to kiss me but just before our lips touch I touch her lips with my fingers. She opens her eyes and stares at me curiously. I smirk. 'Get to class Melissa. Wouldn't want a teacher to catch you moaning my name' I say sweetly before turning and grabbing my books, touching up my lip-gloss. Melissa chuckles behind me. 'You know how much I love it when you flirt' She says and smacks my ass before walking away. I turn and scan her outfit. American Outfitters High-rise jeggings, AO wrap sleeve cold shoulder maroon sweater dress and cherry red Doc Martens. Not bad Melissa. Not bad at all. I walk slowly towards class and when I get there, I take a seat in the back, plugging in earphones and listening to P!nk while scanning through the meaningless numbers and diagrams. I get lost in the song and don't even notice when the teacher walks in.