The sun nearly blinded me as I woke up. I look at the clock; 10:30 am. 10:30? I'm running late to class! I can't believe I overslept. Hurriedly, I slip on my robe and slippers and proceed to get ready. I don't even have enough time to do my hair, ugh. I throw my hair up in a puff, put on my sneakers, and head out the door. Of course I would oversleep on the day of our test. The wind hits my face as I speed down the street on my bike. It was a chilly morning, and I should have worn a jacket. I look at my watch. 11:00 am. I'm just barely on time. As I walk in, my professor peers over his large glasses; "There you are, we were waiting on you. Now let's begin." As I walk to my desk, I can feel Ashton's glare burning through me. Creep.
Class finally ended. It seems like we were there for an eternity. I get my books together and get up to head out. Of course, on my way to the door, i'm stopped by Ashton. "What could he possibly want? " I think to myself.
"Hey, Brooklyn, um I was wondering if..." he stuttered.
"If what?"
"Uh, I wanted to know if we could go out sometime. Maybe we could hit up a few museums."
"Yeah, that would be dope. How about tonight at 7?"
YOU ARE READING
adore.
Romancebeing with you makes me feel good; your warm touch is what I crave. why do I feel this way?
