With A Girl Like Me

CHAPTER : 5 - YES HE'S PRETTY LOADED.

Chapter : 5 - Yes He's Pretty Loaded.

Within no time Saturday is here. I was having second thoughts if I really should go to Aryan's party. At first I thought I'll pass. Then I got a call from Arjun, Aryan's cousin. We've been friends since a very long time, and we haven't seen eachother for a very long time and he I couldn't say no, and now I'm going to their party tonight.

Abby has asked me and Sweety to come to her place after college so we could go together and the other guys would meet us there. As as looked at my phone it's already eight fifteen. And maybe I'll have to wash my hair today. And maybe even wear something appropriate for party. I took a cold shower quickly and opened the tiny closet to wear an outfit for college and party.

God!! I'm really bad at choosing outfits, I wish I wasn't going to this party at all.

I quickly pulled on a black singlet and black high waisted denims. And wore an oversized grey sweatshirt. This must do for college. And I neatly folded Aryan's bomber jacket and stuffed into my leather backpack. And I quickly headed out for college.

As I reached, Abby was already there talking to Aryan. And I waved at them.

"So, you're coming right?" Abby asked me.
And Aryan looked at me waiting for my answer.

I looked at Aryan and sighed, "Yeah, I guess I am." His face seemed to light up and a broad smile crept on his face.

"Cool, you can come with me after college." Aryan said.

"Uh, actually Abby, Sweety and I are gonna come together, so.." I said pulling the strap of my backpack.

"Yeah, it's fine. Be on time." He said and he left.

"So, you're gonna change after college?" She asked looking at my clothes.

"Um, I'll put on a jacket on this. And I'm done." I said looking down at my outfit.

Abby sighed and replied in an exasperated way, "Really, Ana?"

"Hey, what's wrong with it? I like my look." I said to her holding my shirt's hem.

"Oh god, Ana. let's talk about it later." She said dragging me towards the classroom.

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"You live here all alone?" Sweety asked Abby looking around as we entered her house.

"No, of course not. My parents are on a trip to my hometown and my sister must have been out." Abby said as we followed her into her room.

Her house had light cream painted walls and traditional looking furniture. The house had a small patio and potted hibiscus plants. And some cane furniture just outside the main door. It looked all clean and sorted, just like how my mom would keep the things.

As we entered her room I quickly noticed her room was completed contrast to the whole house. Her walls were painted light grey, and it had a queen size bed with black headboard. It was filled with Zayn Malik's posters and in a corner, there were drums.
Her room instantly gave some funk or a goth vibe. Yeah I'd expect that from Abby.
Just opposite to the bed, there was a desk and it was messed up at the moment. And she had grey cabinets all over the room.

"Cool room." I muttered after looking around and Abby gave me a tiny smile.

"I didn't know you play drums!" I said looking at her.

"Yeah, most of the people don't know that. She said smiling. "Go freshen up now."

I sat on her bed facing her. "You miss your home, right?" She asked me sitting up and looking at me.