"Savannah hurry up girl omigod!"
I quickly threw my hair in a messy bun and ran downstairs, grabbing my bag off the bench.
"Coming!" I yelled, locking the door of the house and sprinting down the driveway to my best friend, Jay.
Thrusting open the door of the car I was greeted with the sound of Rhianna being blasted through the speaker.
"Ohmigod bitch if you don't learn to hurry the fuck up of a morning, I'm going to leave your sorry ass" he sassed, sliding on his pink sunglasses and driving off.
"Five minutes! Five goddamn minutes Jay! It's not even that long!" I whined.
"Whatever" he sighed, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
"I swear to god if there are no juicy gay boys this year I'm going to Kermit scooter-ankle" he whined.
At the sound of the last three words I began to choke on my pineapple juice and cough exasperatley.
"JAY NO!" I screamed at his choice of words fanning my face which was now red and covered in juice.
"You're so dramatic" Jay rolled his eyes.
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His Angel, Her Badboy
RomanceYour average girl, blonde hair and blue eyes. Shes stunning, but doesn't know it. Where other girls would rather be partying, she's crawled up on the couch with sweatpants eating chips. She's not like other girls. So why won't Austin, the new bad bo...
