RIVER
“Hello, sweetheart?”
Taylor is lounging on the couch, a bottle of beer in hand; it was the first time I had actually seen him drink at home. With his reputation, people would think he was a drunkard, but he just keeps on proving to be different from what he had always projected.
“Hi.” I hugged the bag that Matt had given me. We knew it was going to be awkward, considering the fact that his roommate had tried to date me and he had been our little cheerleader.
“I waited for you.”
“I had to leave early in the morning, and my classes ran late,” I said, not knowing what he was speaking about. Moreover, I was not later than usual.
“Are you going to ride with me tomorrow morning or sneak out of the house like a robber?”
“A robber?’ I almost laughed. “I did not sneak out.”
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