"I would love to take a trip to the beach this weekend but I have finals on week after next on Monday. Im bringing my books to study." I groan as Skylar pouts her bottom lip out.
"You've been studying for weeks for this. It's not like you're failing the class. Shit you are at the top of our fucking class for heaven's sake. You're in the short running for valedictorian. Calm the fuck down already. You have this down pack. You need a break from studying and some dick, may I add. Not to be rude but that little purple vibrator under your bed hasn't even been touched in a couple of months. The books are staying here. Be a college student for once and enjoy yourself. " Skylar laughs walking over to her closet while pulling out her duffle bag and placing it on her bed that sits across from mine.
"What have I told you about my shoebox?" I scowl her. "You nosey bitch." I grumble. Looking over at my desk, I cringe at all the papers and textbooks that are laid out all over the desk. There's not a space that's unoccupied by clutter.
"If you go, I'll drive there and back." Skylar knows that I hate driving long distance. The beach is three hours away without traffic. And seeing that it's a Friday and after three o'clock. There is most likely gonna be traffic.
"Pinky promise." I thrust my pinky in her direction.
"You are such a child." Skylar laughs while wrapping her pinky around mine, sealing our compromise.
"Now get packing." Skylar slaps me on the ass before making her way back to her side of our dorm to pack her bag.
Pulling out my pink striped duffle bag, I'm finished packing within thirty minutes while it takes Skylar another thirty minutes to figure out what shoes she wanted to bring.
Just last year, I realized that Skylar's parents are rich. We never really talked about things like money. I just thought that we both were just college students that became friends over a loose toupee. Freshman year we met in our English class. Mr. Dove, our English teacher at the time, started walking towards us at the beginning of class and his toupee lifted. Ever since that, our friendship has been as solid as a rock.
"Alright, lets hit the road." Skylar slings her bag across her shoulder.
As we make our way through the campus, my stomach tightens a little. It must be that final that's coming up. I'm already regretting leaving my books.
Taking a deep breath, I shake it off and keep walking towards the student parking lot.
"Suck it up. We'll be back so you can ace that final." Skylar gives me a reassuring smile.
Reaching my baby in the parking lot. I groan. I'm not completely sure that I want Skylar driving. I am not working my ass off to pay for my off my car note for Skylar to hurt my baby Jeep Wrangler. Throwing my bag into the backseat, I head up to the front passenger door and hop in.
"Don't get a scratch on my baby." I weep as she starts the engine.
"You know if I crash, I'll pay. Anywho put on some music."Skylar jokes. Well, at least I hope it's a joke.
Turning on some Cardi B as we head towards the expressway.
YOU ARE READING
Taken
Romance"Summer." A bang sounds at the door across from where I'm sitting. "Open this fucking door." Ezra growls. The vibrations of his hands making contact with the door startles me, causing me to jump in my own skin. Closing my eyes, I push myself back so...
