Passing college is a difficult task on its own, but imagine what it's like when your final grade rests in the hands of the worlds' favorite rock-star.
As graduation from her local community college approaches, Reese Taylors yearns for some answers...
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He's late.
He's oh so late that on any other day, I would be getting ready to snuggle under a blanket and watch reruns of my favorite shows until I fall asleep.
"I cannot believe he's already bailing on me."
Maia twirls another coat of mascara on her lashes. "Maybe he forgot. Go find him."
"The house is empty," I tell her, having already conducted a thorough search for him five minutes ago, "we're the only ones here."
"Then come out with me. There's no use wasting a cute hair day just sitting in my room waiting for the boy to come home."
I pick up a straightened strand of hair; Maia's changed from her cute lounging clothes into a party dress that resembles a disco ball and with the right light hitting it, I'm sure it'll give me a headache.
Or make me go blind.
"You know," Maia continues when I don't reply, screwing the lid back onto her tube of mascara, "I had planned for us to go out together until you make plans with Lennon."
I drop the strand of hair. "Yeah, who ditched me." Some puppy.
At least actual dogs are loyal.
"Exactly, so no use wasting your second night away sitting under the covers watching Netflix. Come party with me," Maia pauses, "with no dancing."
I roll my eyes. "I'm not going to a party and not dance."
Maia grimaces. "Well, hopefully everyone around will be too drunk to care or remember what they'll witness tonight."
"Is this your way of convincing me to go? Because if it is, it's not your best work." I fold my arms across my chest. "You haven't even been to a party with me, what makes you think I'm a bad dancer?"
She's not convinced, but decides to play along. "I didn't know you took lessons. You must've really improved from your last party two weeks ago."
Or maybe not.
"I have you on snap, you know, and your friends like to record your amazing dance moves and upload them to your story."
My friends just love to embarrass me any chance they get, as if I'm not perfectly capable of doing that myself. A few months ago at a New Years Eve party, my friend Camille recorded me dancing to the Cupid Shuffle, and even with the song telling me what to do, I still managed to make a fool of myself. Stupid lefts and rights. And at that time, I was talking to this super sweet, super cool, super hot guy from one of my classes and after the night that video was posted...
