CHAPTER FOURTEEN.
adrianna saint laurent
perspective
---MY EYES FLUNG open as I hear my phone ring for the fourth time.
Damn, how did I forget to put it on silent?
Hissing, I look at the time and it was only six on a Friday evening.
My nap lasted for two hours. Only.
Groaning into my pillow, I reach out for my phone.
"What?" I exasperate, answering the call.
I hear a scream, a very familiar scream, "You're alive! I was gonna come over if you didn't pick up!" Kota cries into the call.
God, this boy can't even let me sleep.
"Kota, I was sleeping." I groan as I get off my bed.
"Oh. Fuck that, I'm coming over to pick you up because we're having a gathering!" He cheers and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
"But -." My eyes widen as I stare at my hideous state in the mirror.
"No buts! I'll be there in ten, Adieu." Kota happily cheers before ending the call, leaving me very confused. Nevertheless, I had to change cause I can't go out in a pair of shorts and a cami.
I change into a pair of grey joggers and a white ribbed tank top and brush my hair, letting it flow on my back.
In about a few minutes, I get a call from Kota saying he's waiting downstairs so I put on my socks and hop into my white trainers.
I lock the door and walk towards the elevator, soon reaching the ground floor.
I exit my apartment complex and notice Kota leaning over his Maserati GranTurismo. Without wasting another second, I jog towards him with a grin.
"Kota." I wrap my arms around his waist and he returns the hug.
He might have been annoying at times, but his hugs were the best - tight and comfortable.
"Annie!" He grins as we part the hug, smiling brightly at me as always.
"Is that a Maserati Gran Turismo?" I grin as I take a look at the luxurious car.
Kota nods, "Since my best friend is a big fan of cars, I'm gonna make her ride every one of my cars!" He grins as he opens the door for me.
Awh, if he isn't such a gentleman?
I get in and make myself comfortable on the leather seats as I greet the driver.
The drive soon ends and the car halts. I get out of the sleek car and look at the mansion standing proud in front of me.
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