I'm so stressed. I have my first psychology test on Monday and I'm so screwed. Then on Wednesday I have a project for humanities and I have like 3 other assignments due this week. I'm sitting at our kitchen table trying to study and get everything I need to get done, done. I'm already stressing and I haven't even gotten half way through this stupid review. Its already 9:45 when Sara walks into the kitchen all dressed up and looking really fucking hot. She's in white jeans and this black tank that's cut down really low and is also a crop top, it's like half a shirt and I can see the scar on her stomach.
"Why aren't you ready?"
"Ready for what?"
"Ave, I told you that all the guys were going to that club tonight and I wanted to go." I sighed and banged my head on the table.
"I can't go I have too much to study for."
"But Ave I really wanted to goooo." She whined. I was already getting frustrated.
"Sara, I have to get this done."
"The test isn't till Monday though, its only Saturday."
"This isn't a test I can just cram for I need to study as much as I can." Sara walked over and sat on my lap. She looked me in the eyes and said
"Get dressed."
"I'm not going." My voice came out a little more sternly than I meant it too. Sara's eyes hardened a little bit, then she got off of me.
"Just go without me."
"Ave, I don't wanna go without you."
"Sara, I said I can't go. If you want to go out then go." Sara gave me a look and went back into her room. I'm in trouble. I went back to my homework and tried to focus, but I could hear Sara shuffling around in her room getting ready or something I don't know. I don't want her to go. I want her to be here with me, where I can make sure that nothing goes wrong. I don't like the thought of her going out and me not being there. I ran both my hands through my hair. I got up and walked over to Sara's room. I stood in the door way with my arms crossed, she was putting her heels on.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled.
"It's fine." She picked up her phone and grabbed her purse.
"Presley's here. I'll see you later." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked out. She's pissed. I watched as she walked out the door and closed it behind her. I laid down on the ground and stared up at the ceiling.
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"I'm serious I just want to study by myself."
"We're studying for the same test Avery so shut up and let me help you. Or actually you help me." I rolled my eyes and stared down at my papers. I tapped my finger on my phone 4 times before I finally said
"Fine. But you better bring food." I ran my fingers through my hair again and thought about Sara. She has her locations on so I know where they're at, but she hasn't actually text me. I know she's mad but she could at least tell me everything's good. I decided to give my brain a break and wait till Callie got here to study more. She doesn't have the same psychology class time as me but she has the same teacher.
I was debating on whether or not to tell Sara that Callie was coming over but I figured she's out having fun, I don't want bother her. Plus, she hasn't even text me how it's going, and I'm upset about it. I waited around for Callie for at least 30 minutes. It was annoying. When I heard her knock on my door I just screamed
"It's open." Callie walked in a second later and said
"What's up your ass?"
"You didn't have to come." I shot back.
"Shut up. I brought McDonalds." She held up the bag and I rolled my eyes again, but I still grabbed the bag from her.
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Callie and I were still studying until 1 in the morning. I still hadn't gotten any texts or anything from Sara. I had mixed feelings of being annoyed as fuck and worried as hell, and I was being moody with Callie the entire time. I want Sara to fucking text me but she hasn't and I am not texting her first. I know what you're thinking but shut up.
"Seriously Avery why are you being such a pain in the ass. I'm trying to study and to help you study."
"It's nothing."
"Then why have you checked your phone 15 times in the last 3 minutes."
"Nothing." I set my phone down, picked up my pencil and stared at the review I had in front of me. Callie set her pencil down and stared at me.
"What?"
"Hurry up and tell me what's going on so we can study."
"Sara and I got in to a fight because I got mad because she wanted me to go out and I didn't want to because I need to study and now she'd not here and she hasn't text me and I'm worrying about her but I don't want to text her because I'm still kind of mad that we even got into the fight in the first place and because she isn't even texting me to let me know she's okay." Callie sat there staring at me.
"You know you're a dick, right?" I gave her an angry look.
"What the hell Callie?"
"Just text her and tell her your sorry and that you love her and shut up about it."
"How is this my fault?"
"Maybe it is maybe it isn't, but you don't want to be fighting and I'm sure she's waiting for your text." I rolled my eyes and ran my hands through my hair.
"Shut up." Before either of us could say anything else I heard the door knob. I locked it after Callie got here. A second later Sara is walked in and saw me and Callie sitting at the table. Sara didn't say anything. She walked to her room, closed the door and locked it.
"I better go. She still hates me." I couldn't say anything. Callie got her stuff and left. I'm in so much trouble; and the worst part is that she was completely sober.
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Love The Game: Overtime
عاطفيةAvery and Sara were high school sweethearts. Now they're in college trying to figure out life, school work, friends, themselves. After everything they've been through, college should be easy. But will it?
