Allow me to introduce my self, my name is Nathan Cole, but everyone calls me Nate. I attend an elite prep school in the suburbs of Miami, where everyone goes to an Ivy League and has a trust fund to fall back on. I play varsity lacrosse, and I’m about 6’2, I guess you could day I’m good looking with brown hair and green eyes.
My mind snapped back to reality as the bell rung signaling the end of class and the day. I wasn’t completely sure what had happened during that class, nor did I really care all I could think about was this weekend, no parents and an empty mansion at my disposal. I cleared my desk, grabbed my bag, and sauntered out of class heading to my locker. Blinded by the open locker I didn’t see Ashley walking up to me. “Hello handsome.” She purred.
I muttered, “Hey Ash.”
We have been friends for a while, upon first glance some think were dating, but I don’t date, mainly since I don’t have time to, nor want to commit to anything really. Ash has always been there for me and I have always been there for her. She’s a good person, we all party at school, but she never whores it out to anyone, always studies, and never gets caught.
On the way to our cars, she asked what my weekend plans are, and I told her I didn’t have any but that my parents were out. Typically no parents called for a party, but I wasn’t really feeling it with the pressures of school lately. She suggested that we hang out and order in and watch a movie. Liking her suggestion, I agreed to see her at eight and hoped in my new BMW 435i and sped home.
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I called in the pizza around 7:30 and walked into my closet to throw on some clothes.