Her Lady

Twenty three

Darias' pov

"I'm leaving now, but I don't know when I'll be back." I threw on my jacket as I walked over to the dining room table.

"Where are you going?" Mila asked in her raspy morning voice. She walked in the room with only a t-shirt and her underwear on. Her hair was messy as she rubbed the sleepiness out of her eyes.

I looked at her and raised an eyebrow at her "I'm going to go study with my friend, and we will be at the library downtown if you need me." I packed all of my books, papers, and supplies in my backpack before throwing it over my shoulder and onto my back.

"Well, text me when you get there and when you are on your way back home, okay?" Mila said watching me as I skipped my way over to the front door.

I turned and gave her a thumbs up with a smile "Okay, I will." I smiled at her and grabbed my keys before I walked out the door.

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I walked into the library and smiled at the librarian that sits at the front desk, she saw me and smiled back. I looked around for my friend, but didn't see her at first, so I walked around for a little bit. I walked past the books of a random isle and my smile widened when I saw my friend sitting at a table near the back.

I walked up to the seat across from her and plopped my backpack on the table, which startled her. "Hey Ken." I smiled down at her as I pulled my chair out.

She looked up at me with an annoyed expression and rolled her eyes at me "Damn Daria, do you want me to get a heart attack?" She asked as she let out a breath and put the cap back on her pen.

I shook my head "It's not a part of the plan, but it won't happen if you don't get scared at the tiniest things." I sat down in my seat and started to get out the things I needed.

She narrowed her eyes and playfully glared at me "Maybe you shouldn't slam things on tables, especially when I don't see you coming, then it won't happen."

I rolled my eyes "Whatever," I smiled as I set all my things that I was using or was going to use off to the side then put my backpack on the ground next to my chair. "How far are you on your presentation for your speech class?"

She groaned as her head hit the table with a dramatic thud "I'm barely halfway done with it and it's due in two days." She said into the table.

I reached over to rub her shoulder "That's okay, I know you'll get it done, you always do." I said also giving her shoulder a couple pats here and there.

Her head and body suddenly whipped up and she looked at me discouraged "I don't know, the topic I chose just isn't right for me."

I looked at her confused "What topic did you choose?" I said opening my English book to the page number needed to help me with my assignment.

"History." She said a little ashamed.

I looked at her with my eyebrows furrowed "You're a biology major Kendal." I said with a 'are you kidding me, that was a really stupid decision' look on my face.

"I know, I don't know why I did that." She shrugged and looked at me with a pout.

"Well if you don't get a good grade, don't come crying to me about it."