Burning me

Chapter sixteen - Venera

"Woah, your car looks amazing, sis!" Enzo said as I stepped out.

A bright smile was on my face when I turned around and looked at my car. Friday the guys brought me back my car so today I could show off with it. They fixed everything and they made it white with cool graffiti designs.

I had a feeling Axel sold me out on my art love.

"It looks amazing."

"Who did you say you did it?" He asked raising his brows.

"I have my connections, bro." I grinned and he frowned.

"I feel like it's a miracle that you let other people touch your car." He said walking with me towards the College's entrance.

"I wouldn't have if they weren't trustful."

"And again. How do you know them?" He rose a brow.

"Connections, little bro, connections. Now go to class and move on with your life. I gotta head to class so I don't get late." I winked, at which he sighed. "Fine! See ya, sorella!"

I rolled my eyes as I walked on the opposite direction towards Mr. Menelaus' class. That professor got only worse with the time. I thought at first he was a jerk? That was nothing. Sometimes he eats while he speaks and it's hard to understand. I had to spend hours to learn what I couldn't understand. He liked to put the good students on top and ignore the others. He was never polite. He never waited for a student to think. He didn't know, he didn't get and hop to the other. He was a jackass with a capital J.

Miracle he was still in the university.

Carla grabbed my arm right before we entered class. "Morning, sisy!"

"Morning, babe!" I kissed her cheek as we entered the class and walked towards the first rows. The professor wasn't in class yet.

"How was this weekend of yours?" She asked mischievously.

Yeah, I kinda told her what happened two weeks ago on the date Isaac weekend. And I pretty much told her all of it. Including the Axel thing. I knew I could trust her not to tell my brother.

And I told her how we also met and all that stuff. It was a talk with a lot of questions. Mostly irritable ones.

"It was great, actually. I stayed in, did my bedroom painting and I'm almost done with it. On a few days I'll start the exterior of the house."

"Why don't you do the garage?" She asked confused.

"I like the garage white. It feels better when I do my car work on white." I explained.

She nodded like she understood, but I knew she didn't. She hummed and gasped, clasping her hands. "I have an idea!"

"Uh-oh," I muttered.

"Oh, shut up! It's a great idea!" She punched my shoulder making me groan.

"Well, let's hear it!"

"We totally need a pajama party. Just us. You, I, Ginnie and Sophie," She shrugged. "We can do it this weekend at your place."

I groaned, closing my eyes. "Babe, what if I gotta go to work?"

"Take a day off! You need to get out of your routine of painting, school, study, work." She insisted.

I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply. She may have been right. I needed a little girls time.

"Yeah, it wouldn't be bad. What'cha say Saturday night?"

She nodded with a bright smile plastered on her face.

"Great! Then it's a plan." I started doodling on a piece of paper as the professor entered the class.