“Hey! Studying?”

I glance up sharply, startled, before grinning and nodding at Chris, who had just walked up. Taking my headphones out and wrapping them over my iPod, I get off my stomach and sit up, putting my books in my backpack. Running a hand through my black and faded red bangs, I look up at him.
“Just a bit, how was work?” I ask, tilting my head.

“Sucked, lots of old people,” Chris responds, smirking a little. I get up, throwing my backpack over my shoulders before adjusting my dress and moving my hair out of my face again.
“Well, cool, where’s yer car?” I ask, looking at him expectantly. I know why I’m going with him today, and for some reason, I don’t feel as bad as I should. The first time we hung out was to convince him that I wasn’t fucking his best friend, even though we both knew that was a lie, but this time I was going to fuck him, and nothing else mattered in that moment.
“Over here, dude,” he tells me, breaking through my thoughts and getting into a silver Saturn parked outside Tavern Row, the only stretch of bars in town.I quickly follow, throwing my backpack on the floor and sitting in the passenger seat.

I barely remember the things we talked about in that car, as nothing seems important compared to the things that were to come soon after. When we arrived at his house, a nice looking little spot behind other houses, and I get out, leaving my backpack.

We get into his place, and I sit on the couch, that familiar sense of discomfort one gets when they’re in a new place and don’t know what to do.I watch as Chris takes off his shirt and changes into a clean one, then switches into some shorts and puts on some music.