You Ain't The First

Chapter Two - Fuckers

Harley

We got to our shared apartment and i parked my motorcycle. Sabrina was still shaking from the ride.

"Hey, Sab, you'll live." I reassure her.

"Why do you have to pass the speed limit like that?" She asked.

"Because, I can." I reply and we walk inside the apartment building.

Sabrina hands me the keys, and I open the door.

The two of us walk in, and I set the helmets down.

"Harley, we ran into Guns N' Roses! They were hitting on us," Sabrina said.

"I know that, Izzy was all over your ass." I said with a smirk.

She immediately blushed a pink color, and covered her face.

"He was not!" She pouted.

"Keep telling yourself that."

"But Duff was all over YOU, and he's YOUR favorite member."

"When the fuck did I say that?" I asked.

"You write stories about him, you have posters of him, you even learned how to play the bass because of him." She responded.

"I have no idea what you're talking about,"

The green eyed girl rolled her eyes.

"You elbowed Duff pretty hard." Sabrina said.

"I did not, he was trying to turn me into one of his hoes." I say.

"He's like a foot and 3 inches taller than you. You're so small compared to him," she giggled.

"Not my fault my parents were shorties," I said.

"I'm kinda short too, don't worry babe." Sab says.

"You're 3 inches taller than me, which means Izzy is 7 inches taller than YOU." I winked at her.

"Oh my God, Harls, stop making me blush!" She whined.

I just laughed, as she hid her face, yet again.

"I'm tired." We say at the same time.

"Night, you little shit." I say.

"Goodnight beautiful, love you too,"

"Love ya!" I said going to my room.

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"WAKE UP BITCH!" I yelled, opening Sabrina's door.

"Ugh, what time is it?" She asked, rolling in bed.

"It's, uh, 8:55, your class starts in 5 minutes you genius." I say.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP EARLIER?" She asked, in a louder tone; which made me laugh. "That isn't funny."

"Well, I didn't wake you up because I was too lazy to." I simply said.

"Harley!" She whined.

"What?" I asked.

"Today I had art class!" She said.

"I know,"

I left the room, and changed into an outfit. Today, was really hot so I decided to wear a crop top, shorts, and cowboy boots.

Walking out of my room, I grabbed the two helmets and also my keys. Sabrina attended UCLA, or University of California, Los Angeles.

I turned my motorcycle on, and waited for her.

Minutes later, there was Sabrina running out of the building and I was laughing my ass off.