"You have spelled me," Stoner groaned, tossing her head to the heavens. "You definitely must have spelled me."
Stoner maintained a groaning status as we made our way towards the address fine printed on the bottom of the card. Obviously this school was huge so getting lost was easy, but Stoner knew her way around this school like the back of her hand.
I narrowed my eyes towards the blonde at my side, my eyes slided to the black bag hanging on her shoulder. "What up with the bag?"
She jolted her lips. "Huh?"
She was wearing a strapless crop thin black top. It was so thin if you looked a little closely you'd see the outline of her inked chest and her breasts. Her pants were patterned cargo pants, with sleek black heeled boots. Then there was the old bag looking awkwardly on her shoulder.
I asked again. "What up with the bag?"
