Briar Halt is 21 and is a senior at University of California.
She has a simple list to follow this year
1. Stay out of drama
But then Weston Gray comes along with his stupid smile and ruins her plans.
Too everyone else she is either a bitch or role...
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Briar
I end up leaving the house not long after I woke up. Heading back to my apartment, I got a note from both Aspen and Emerson that they weren't home. My classes were cancelled so I get to do one of my favorite things,
read.
I change into a pair of grey sweats and West's jersey, sitting outside on the patio with the new book I just got, The Spanish Love Deception, I love it. I text West right before I start reading it that my classes were cancelled and then turned my phone on silent and began reading.
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I have no idea how long I've been reading for since I haven't picked up my phone since I started reading. I really fucking love this book, definitely going into my comfort reads. I'm on chapter 26 when I get a knock on my apartment door. Putting my book down I go to get the door, and am meet with an stress-faced West.
"Hey West, whats going on, everything ok?" I asked genuinely worried about why he was so worried.
"Briar I texted you like thirty times and called you so many times your voice box is full." He says fiddling with my ring on his finger.
I go up to him and wrap my arms around him, and when I do, he relaxes.
Whispering in his ear, "I'm sorry West, I was reading."
"You were reading?" He questions, double checking.
"Yes and oh my god my book is so good," I begin moving my way into my room as he follows after me, sitting on my bed, "This girl and guy well there like work enemies anways I literally love this book," I look up at him and he is staring at my intently.
"Oh I'm sorry, I tend to rant about my books, I love them so much, and I get told a lot no one cares, but I just get so excited you know?" I say nervously. I got a lot of hate from friends and family about how I need to stop ranting about my books since no one cares, I'm trying to fix it buts its really difficult.
Grabbing the back of my thighs, he moves me to sit on his lap so I am not straddling him, "I like hearing you talk about your books, and anyone who doesn't, doesn't deserve to hear them." He says smiling at me. I rest my head on his shoulder.
He whispers in my ear,
"I like seeing you in my jersey." I smile back up at him,
"So do you have any plans," He questions,
"Nope I'm free," I say.
"Great we are going on our first official date, right now." He states.
"You know how long it takes me to put an outfit together?" I question him, "Next time please leave a note somewhere like on the fridge that you are planning something, so I know."
