Chapter 8. As If

I hated this woman.

Grabbing my stuff, I walked out of the classroom, and as I approached the parking lot, my cell phone rang. It was Brendon.

“Hey boo.” I chimed after plugging in my ear pods.

“Kiera. How is it going? Where are you now?”

“Parking lot,” I responded.

“Oh. I will be there in a minute. Wait up.” He said and hung up.

I walked to my car and sat on the hood, searching every face that passed by for Brendon. Some students passed me with scared looks, while some gave me disgusted glances. It was only the guys I had slept with in the past and those who dreamed of, that looked at me with admiration.

“Oh, my god. You look amazing.” I heard Natasha gush as she appeared beside me.

“Thank you,” I beamed at her. She looked so pretty in her pink floral jumpsuit and flats. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore a cute white backpack. “Wait, I thought you had morning classes,” I recalled that she should not