Carter Miller, is a freshman at UNC. Attempting to run away from her small town in New Hampshire with her best friend Tori by her side isn't as easy as she suspected. With family troubles and her own, she has enough trouble already. That is until sh...
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Does it ever get to the point of studying when you literally can't study anymore? Cause Q and I are currently at that point right now.
"Q! No!" I groan for what seems to be the one thousandth time. We have been studying for our Bio Health test for at least two hours. I am currently bored out of my mind and so is he. Q lays back against my bed throwing a tennis ball in the air and then catching it.
"Please can we forget about this test for a second," Q groans looking at me. I frown reading over my notes. He shoots me a glare with his brown eyes as he throws me the tennis ball. I smack it away from me and it bounces on the ground. He gasps, "My fun!"
I laugh closing my notebook, "I think we are done for thirty minutes.
Q is also a Communications major so we have the same advisor and she both told us to take this BBH class cause it counts for all of our general credits for gym or whatever it is. She lied when she said it was easy.
"Bio Behavioral death should not be a thing," Q states leaning his back against the wall. I grab the tennis ball from the floor and toss it towards him. Q and I are currently missing game night with our friends so that we could study for this dumbass exam. Our BBH teacher doesn't like us for god knows what reason but we really needed to pull our shit together and study. We have been studying since Tori and I have gotten back from the gym. I showered and then Q came over here. All the girls are over at Q's frat, I honestly am not sure if Rae is there since cheerleading practice could have run late. Q sets his laptop on my desk.
"Should we go to your frat and play games?" I ask him. He releases a long sigh closing his eyes before shaking his head.
"No because then we will get drunk and fail this damn exam," Q reasons looking over at me. I know he is right but honestly, going to game night sounds like such a better way to spend my Wednesday night. They combined Wine Wednesday and Game Night.
"Good point," I respond. I hop up onto the bed and place my feet in Q's lap. I rest my head on the pillows and close my eyes. Today has been exhausting and busy. I thought Q and I would have been able to get through all of this studying before Q's frat started their game night. Unfortunately, we have the attention span of a squirrel and did not anticipate this.
"So, what's happening Carter?" Q asks me. I lift my head up looking at him. Nothing honestly has been going on. I think, honestly, the most exciting thing that happened to me was Asher Fletcher. Him and his hot glory in the dining hall.
"Lacey is having guy issues," I answer him. Which is true. It just is not happening in my life. Which is unfortunate. Not saying that I want drama to happen. I just wish I could have had some spice. Something. Anything.
"No way. With who?" Q asks eagerly. I move up against the wall with a smile. At Lacey is getting some.
"Michael Burke and Braden Williams," I respond wiggling my eyebrows. Q's jaw drops as he shoves my legs away from his lap. I nearly tumble off of the bed and grab onto the table I have next to my bed.
"No fucking way. Two basketball players? That's fucking wild," Q curses shaking his head at me. I frown, I didn't realize it was wild. To be honest I thought it was very badass of her to talk to two guys at once. While I don't really think it is worth it with the whole teammate thing there. She should totally do you.
"I know right. I saw Braden at the dining hall the other day and Lacey was grinning ear to ear," I explain to him. The same day I saw Asher Fletcher. Since then, I have stalked Asher Fletcher on Instagram and Twitter, because you can't blame a girl for looking. It seems to me that he has no girlfriend just a lot of girls that are friends. Whatever the hell that means and this Kristen character who seems to pop up a lot in his comments.
Again you cannot judge a girl for snooping.
"Wow, you guys are becoming too cool for me," Q frowns. I shove his shoulder as he releases a laugh. "I'm kidding relax."
"Bro, Lacey is the only one who has a basketball guy right now. Relax," I tell him crossing my arms over my chest. He raises an eyebrow at me crossing his own arms over his chest.
"Mhmm, so why does your face look like that?" he asks me. I frown trying to keep my face neutral. My face is not any type of way.
"Rude, there's nothing wrong with my face," I respond. He rolls his eyes at me glancing around my room before looking down at me again.
"So, who is he?" he asks me. I stick my tongue out at him looking up at the ceiling again. I barely even know this Asher Fletcher character. I just know that he is hot.
"Asher Fletcher, there is nothing going on. I met him at the dining hall, he's just so-" I sigh thinking of the right words. "Hot. So very hot."
Q lets out a loud laugh before it gets louder and louder. I push myself up on my elbows and shoot him what I hope is a deadly glare. He covers up his laugh with a fake cough.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," he says laughing slightly. I reach behind me grabbing a pillow and chucking it at him. He shoves it away from his face and laughs again, "He is an asshole and boo'd up."
"He's not boo'd up," I respond. I don't know that though I only know through my stalking and slight interaction over a Gatorade. He cocks an eyebrow as he studies me. Q holds up a finger in my direction shaking his blonde head of hair. He pulls out his phones and types away on it.
"Her."
He shoves the phone into my hands. The Kristen girls page is pulled up and I scrunch my nose. It is your typical sorority girl type of Instagram. There is nothing wrong with it but it's not my style and she certainly looks nothing like me. She is blonde, tall, blue eyes, has nice boobs, and has a paler complexion. While I have dark brown hair, hazel eyes, nonexistent tits, and have a tanner complexion from my dads Hispanic side. Thanks to my Grandma while my Grandfather is Austrian. I am just a big giant mix.
"Glorious," I grumble shoving the phone back into his hands. He laughs at my response locking his phone. He tosses the phone onto my desk and offers me a smile.
"Hey maybe you have a shot," he shrugs his shoulder grabbing his laptop. Now it's my turn to laugh because I don't think that will ever happen. It will whole heartedly never happen because I will most likely never see him again.
"Nice joke," I laugh sitting up. I grab my laptop from next to me, "Back to studying."
Q offers me a loud groan but pulls up the shared Google Doc we have together to study. I glance over the terms while Q asks me a question but I can't help but focus on Asher Fletcher for some weird, ungodly, reason.
