Skylar's pov
I sigh as I gave up trying to process what the professor is saying, its like all the words pass through one ear and escape through the other. urgh this is why I hate Mondays, also because its the second day of the week.
and I hate the number 'two'
The lecture finally came to an end, lucky me I grin as I arrange my books in my bag and dash out of the class.
I felt people staring at me probably giving me the pity looks, guess they heard about the infamous breakup.
"The best couple on campus breaks up"I muttered my voice laced with sarcasm.
Nathan is one of the most popular guys on campus, so the breakup is a popular news.
Damn popularity.
I shriek when someone lace their arms around me and pull me for a hug.
"You're alive"a familiar voice squeals, a voice I recognise as Tin's.
Am I supposed to be dead or what.
"Hmm, I am"I said confuse as I try to pry her arms off me.
"Well I might or might have not thought you committed suicide, you got me so worried "she sniffs hugging me tighter.
"Can't breath"I cough making her release me from the iron tight grip hold.
"Whatever"she huffs "let's go"
"Let's go where"I raise an eyebrow.
"Where are you going"she asks as she lace her arm with mine.
"Home"I reply shrugging off the weird looks I was getting from people.
"Well we don't want you to get hit by a car, do we "
"Seriously"I sigh, well its not everyday you get a best friend that talks about hundred ways for you to die.
My bad, i mean one thousand way for you to die.
"Get in" Shelly says as she walks to the driver side of her red Porsche, well her stolen red Porsche which rightfully belongs to Jason.
He is so gonna kill her when he finds out she stole his Porsche.
"And why did Jason allowed you to take his Porsche " I ask before hopping into the car. Jason is tin's elder brother, they both live in one apartment and like I said before he is one big pain in the ass.
"Well he gave it to me cause he loves me"Shelley reply as she starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot.
I know better than to believe you that.
"Yeah right"I snort"but he does loves his cars a lot more the you" you know boys and their love for cars.
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The entire ride to my apartment was war, first we fought about which music to play and ended up playing 'how do you sleep, by Sam smith', then Shelley wants the window open which I fully object which lead to a Challenge of rock paper scissors, and guess what I won. The car came to a stop and I bid tin goodbye as I jog towards my apartment.
I tried to support my body with the door so I can open it and save my strength at the same time, well hope you notice the word 'try' cause the door turned out to be open and I ended up highfiving the ground.
My butt!!
Wait didn't I lock the door before leaving for class.
"Hmm ummp"a familiar muscular voice coughs.
I look up to see Grayson sitting on the chair he occupied last time.
"How did you get in" I ask rubbing my sour elbow.
"Through the door"he reply like its the most obvious thing in the world.
"What are you doing here"I ask again, if he thinks I am getting up from this position which is lying flat on the floor he is wrong.
" I am moving in today"
"Am not stopping you"I said nonchalantly.
"Well you are"he said as he points around there living room "this place still looks like a pigs den"
"I will clean it tomorrow "
"No you will clean it today " he ordered "or else we should make a sanction for breaking the rules"
"Fine I will clean it today"I groan as I push my lazy body off the ground.
Am already starting to hate this roommate thing.
"Well then I am going to take a look at my room"he said as he heads upstairs.
Too bad he doesn't know his room.
I grin as I start the count down.
'Three'
'Two'
'One'
"Which one of them is my room"Grayson calls from upstairs.
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I jolted up, beads of sweat visible on my fore head. Its just a dream sky, just a dream I assured my self as I frantically look around my room for reassurance . It is painted grey and black my favourite colours and has a closet a reading table and a reading lamp, let's just say its the perfect dream room except it doesn't have a walk in closet.
I slowly got off my bed and drag my tired body out of my room. God am so hungry and its all Grayson's fault he made me clean the house and didn't even cook dinner, he ordered that stupid pizza now am so hungry.
I smile as I made my way towards my junk food cupboard, huh so delicious I moan as I stuff some Chocolates in my mouth.
I stopped chewing when I hear footsteps behind me.
Oh my God an intruder, what do I do, what do I do.
Since its dark I quickly run my hands through the counter trying to find something to defend myself with.
I smile in victory as I felt the shape of a frying pan, I quickly grab the handle and hold it to my chest.
My heart beats frantically, as I imagine a thousand ways I could die right now.
You just have to swing it sky, just like in the movies, just like in the movies.
Wait should I use the back of the pan or the front.