The New Girl

Chapter 3

Taylor's POV

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

I roll over and smack the alarm clock of the small nightstand.

"I hate that damn thing," I grunt and reluctantly get out of bed.

I grunt and groan as I make my way down the stairs.

"Morning," my roommate, Nash, says.

"Morning. Where's Cameron?"

"Something about going to the licker store."

I nod my head and walk into the kitchen.

"We've got no goddamn food in here."

"Why bother? Just eat something on your date," he says, making air quotes around date.

I roll my eyes and grunt.

"It's not a date. She's just hot."

"Going to get some, huh?"

I nod my head and wiggle my eyebrows. I continue searching the fridge for food. After settling on some left over waffles that have been in the fridge for who knows how long, I plop down on the couch.

"What time you leaving?" Nash asks, his eyes not leaving the TV.

"Noon."

I finish my food and throw the plate away. I look over at the clock and it's already 11:30.

"Damn I gotta go get ready."

I jump up the stairs.

"Guess Cameron didn't do the wash."

I grab a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I subconsciously hum to myself while I finish getting ready.

"Okay I'm heading," I holler to Nash as I grab the key to my motorcycle. I grab a jacket and head out.

"See ya!"

I hop on the seat and stick the key in, starting the engine. I make my way down the road.

"Now which one's her's?"

I look at each building until I recognize the small flower pot on the front. I remember it from when I dropped off the letter. I shut of my bike and take off my helmet. I cockily skip up the stairs, knocking on the door. A small blonde girl answers the door.

"Nikki! It's your date!" She yells and I chuckle a bit.

I see Nichole walking down the hall.

"It's not a date," she says and looks at me.

I laugh a bit as I realize how short she really is. The blonde has to have at least three or for inches on her.

"Taylor this is Lindsay. Lindsay, Taylor."

Lindsay smiles and waves.

"Ready?"

Nichole nods and shuts the door behind her. I walk over to my bike and sit on it. I look at Nikki and she's standing in the middle of the sidewalk with her arms crossed.

"You coming?"

"I told you I'm not getting on the bike."

"C'mon," I groan and she stubbornly stands there.

I groan and get off the bike.

"Happy?" I ask sarcastically and she nods.

"What do you have against bikes?" I ask.

"Someone I knew passed from a motorcycle accident," she mumbles, barely audible.

I awkwardly continue walking next to her.