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[11] Speak of the Slut

L O V I N G
L A K Y N

I WOKE UP hastily, rushing out of bed before hopping straight in the shower, washing my body, leaving my hair before exiting, drying myself then getting into my uniform, buttoning the shirt up then tucking it in before tying my emerald tie, slipping my heels on, securing the strap around my ankle, then, lastly I tugged my hair gently out of the bun it was in, brushing it out, placing a pearl-covered headband on my head and put my usual light make-up on.

Once I was completely ready and somewhat pleased with my appearance, I grabbed my handbag, phone and keys, making sure to remember Eden's freshly sewn skirt as I exited my room and walking downstairs, entering the kitchen where Elaine had a prepared bowl of oatmeal with raspberries and blueberries as well as an ice coffee.

I had a few spoons full before sliding the bowl away, not bothering to thank her before grabbing all my items once again and properly exiting the house this time, unlocking my car then sliding into the seat. 

I don't know how organized Eden is in the mornings or when she planned to retrieve the skirt from me, but it's currently seven thirty and class begins at eight, I also like there to be at least ten minutes before the bell rings too, so I thought I'd do her a favor and spare her the short walk to my house and drive over there to drop it off to her, directly.

She can't even wear the correct clothing to a classy dinner, there is no reason I should believe she could do anything else right.

I pulled into her driveway, remembering the code she told me yesterday, giving me access to her residence as the gate opened and I parked in the vacant area, beeping the horn. 

A few moments passed and Eden still hadn't exited her house, so I took the approach of getting out of the car, heels thudding against the cement, until I reached her front door, where I rung the door bell and waited impatiently.

Barely twenty seconds later, the door flew open, revealing none other than Sam Rivers in all his bronzed, well-defined, muscular glory. He was shirtless, his six pack on full display, his silky hair parted in the middle , cascading down each side of his head, almost reaching his earlobes and his black sweatpants were hung lowly on his hips.

"Lila?" he asked confused.

I couldn't help but appreciate that he remembered my name. Not like it's hard to remember or anything, I am Lila Hayes, everyone knows me and everyone remembers me, but when you're Sam Rivers, ex-lacrosse player with a popularity barely I can compete with, you don't have to remember names.

I smiled, shoving my way inside, "Morning." I grinned, "Would your. . .lovely somewhat annoying, nosey sister with lack of style and common knowledge, happen to be here?"

He screwed his face up, register my words before nodding, "Uh, yeah. . ." Sam replied in a low tone before shouting out to his sister; "Eden get your ass down here!" he shouted, startling me, "Sorry, she probably only just woke up."

I internally rolled my eyes, "Mm." I hummed, rocking back and forth, "So, what college is it that you go to again?" I made small conversation, trying to keep my eyes trained on his green ones.

I couldn't help but notice the depth behind his eyes, whilst in the dim lighting last night, they looked more of a hazel, now—in the natural daylight gifted through the many windows they have—they're more of a seafoam or mint color.

"CSC." he told me, leaning against the wall, "It's like a twenty-minute drive from—"

I cut him off, "I know, my father often goes there to speak to the literature classes about his work and how they could pursue their writing related dreams."