Abel ran towards the front door like he was bursting for the toilet or some similar shit, and then he just left. Vanished like thin air.
What the hell is wrong with him these days?
I sighed for a good 20 seconds. I'm broke. I have to somehow scrimmage together $10,000 within a month. My friends leave me on my own in my greatest time of need.
At the click of my fingers, I began mentally brain storming ideas of how to come up with some cash; fast.
I already ruled out the idea of borrowing money from someone, incase I could never pay them back. Drug smuggling? Fast papers, but too worth the risk.
I was fastly running out of ideas, pacing up and down my living room chewing my fingernails, until my phone rang on the coffee table, 'Bandz Make Her Dance' blaring full volume around the living room.
And thanks to Juicy J, my ringtone gave me my idea on how to make quick cash.
Pulling my blue towel around my body tighter, I darted for my phone and answered it, pressing it against my ear.
"Hey Maddie, I wa-"
"Kelly, I'mma have to call you back" I interrupted, "I just got the greatest idea of my life."
Bandz will definitely make me dance.
Author's Note:
I know this is short (eek!), and I know that I constantly write this, but I'm really busy & can't update OFTEN (aye, see what I did there ;)). It's only been a month since I started college, & it's already really hard. So bare with me!
~Bela.
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Wicked Games
FanfictionMaddie is a 21-year-old who has recently graduated from University with a Music degree. Moving from England to Canada, she quickly becomes The Weeknd's back-up singer; will this end up with love, or will these all be wicked games?
