A/N: Picture of Brooke above... ^^
~ StuDYING. Notice how they conveniently put "DYING" at the end of this word. ~ (thatteenagerquotes\tumblr)
Brooke's POV
I was preoccupied trying to multitask, my ears blissfully listening to Charlie Puth's new song, "How Long", my hands desperately trying to make my writing legible and my brain failing to work.
"Why did I have to choose English Lit, I hate Shakespeare!" I complained, using my black eraser to rub out the few words I'd started to write. "I hate essays! That prof. just wants to see me fail, I hate him too!"
"Geez, can you shout any louder?" my roommate, Alexandria, grumbled.
"Sorry, Alex," I apologised.
She stood up, off her bed, which by the way had sheets on it that said "You go girl!" and other inspiring sh*t like that. Taking her phone with her, she stalked over to the other side of the room and yanked my brand new $100 headphones off.
"Hey!"
"Hey, my a**! Your music's so loud, you've been shouting every time you whine about your stupid essay," Alex grunted, sitting on my bed and sprawling her legs out.
"No shoes on my bed."
"Yes, mother," she drawled, rolling her eyes. Her Superstar Adidas were still on my bed!
I decided to ignore her, she's short - tempered. Very. Short-tempered.
When she fell asleep less then ten minutes later, I sneakily reached over her and grabbed my headphones. Spotify played "Titanium". Classic.
William Shakespeare's intentions of this play was to...
*PING!*
Alex muttered something incoherent and rolled over onto her stomach, a wild knot of golden hair in her mouth.
I chuckled. I glanced at the lit up screen of my Iphone 7.
Message from Unknown Number.
I shrugged and typed my pin in as it showed me the text.
Unknown Number: Hey what's up? Date's still on? ;)
I blame my boredom and tired state of mind for the reply I sent.
Me: Ofc! Forgot what time and place tho, remind me? ;)
Unknown Number: Baaabe ._.
Me: Sorry :(
Unknown Number: Sigh it's ok.. meet me at the new Italian restaurant @ 7 tonite xx
Me: Ok can't wait xx
A mischievous grin tugs on my lips as I turned my phone off. I packed up my mess, crumpling the practically empty piece of paper into a ball and shooting a 2 pointer, as it lands in the wastebin.
Alex yawned and stretched her arms out. She looked at my arm that was still poised for throwing and then at the wastebin.
"It's on the other side of the room. In the farthest corner. How the hell did you do that?"
I shrugged.
"Is your dad a basketball player or something?"
I shook my head.
"Do you play basketball?"
I smiled but shook my head.
"Are you gonna speak English or what?"
I chuckled at that and got up. I closed the door behind me as I turned the volume up, drowning out Alex's voice.
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A Different Kind of Love
Humor"This is wrong, you're already taken," I mumbled, backing away from him as he tried to wrap his arms around me. "Then why does it feel so right?" he asked, his captivating smile making me gasp. Brooke Okafor is a typical African - American Uni stude...
