"See you tomorrow at the airport Mani!" Yelled Justine. I smile and wave back at her. I was on my way to my dorm room to finish up packing. A loud honk was heard behind me. What the-
I turn around and see a beautiful black Porsche roll into the lot. I squint and I see a familiar pair of sunglasses through the window.
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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck." I whispered to myself as I try and speed walk away from that woman.
"Normani!" My eyes widen, how'd she know my name!? This makes me almost sprint to my dorm.
"Stay away from me lady!" I yelled back. I can hear people laughing, but this is no joke. What the fuck people? Stranger danger!
Before I knew it I was tackled from behind. Falling breast first in the grass. Ouch.
"Got youuu." She whispered in my ear making a shiver run up my spine. Fuck.
"Okay you did, now get off me damn." She laughed before sitting up. I took this opportunity to turn around and look at her. Damn she was pretty, not just pretty- drop dead gorgeous. Her jawline was sharp as hell, her lips were plump and pretty. Her eyes were this dark but noticeable brown, my favorite thing about her oddly.
I shake my head and look at her outfit. She had on all pink with a white crop top underneath this cute pink leather and feather jacket. She looks like a fashion designer through-and-through. I stop visibly checking the smaller woman out and huff.
"What do you want?" I asked frustrated. I watched as she pout.
"You know what I want. You haven't contacted me since the car wash- a month ago." I groan out loud.
"Exactly! A month ago, let it go Ms. Grande." I avoid looking in her eyes, they're traps.
"Call me Ariana." I feel her hand on my face making look at her. I still avoid looking at her eyes , instead settling for her lips. Bad idea. "Just to get used to it, because you'll be screaming it at the top of your lungs 10 minutes from now."
"And I- Oop." I covered my mouth in shock. She's insane. Why do I love it? I giggle a little before stopping myself.
"Stop. I can't do this , this isn't me. I don't usually act as slutty as I did then." And it's true, I don't know what possessed me to do that. I even prayed before that bit and I was still taken by this small woman. This small woman who is straddling me, in the middle of the school with students staring right at us.
I'm a cheerleader and I thrive off of attention but FUCK. I feel like I'm in a romantic comedy, this is so humiliating. I grab Ariana by her waist and lift her off of me. I sit up shaking my head at a how big of a mess this will be within minutes. Standing up I dust my skirt off and fix my hair. I extend my hand out to Ariana letting her take it and pull her up.
