Attention Truelove

Chapter 3

POV: Skylar

I was shaken awake by Aphrodite.

"Oh, shoot, sorry." I quickly sat up.

"Which apartment is it?" she asks.

"Building 6, down that way," I point.

It's dark out now. She pulls around to my apartment building and parks the car in the guest parking spots. She stretches and yawns before unlocking the car for me.

"Come in, it's late. Just stay the night and leave in the morning." I say.

"Fine," she sighs.

"Thanks for driving me."

"For someone who claims to want to be independent, you sure do have a lot of rich friends." She teases.

"All coincidence," I say.

"Emm Hmm."

I giggle and get out of the car and grab my bag before leading her to my apartment. I unlock the door and walk in, the cats quickly come up and investigate.

"You're not allergic are you?" I ask.

"No," she assures me.

I sigh in relief.

"I didn't know you had cats." She bends down and scratches the Countess under her chin.

"It's a long and funny story. Long story short, Jade is ridiculous and saved them from a dumpster. I've had them since high school. Jade is too busy for them, so they stay with me. That's The Countess, Jade's spoiled brat. And this guy is Cloud, my handsome prince." I bend down and scratch behind his ear.

He purrs.

I walk to my room and set my bag down and feed them. I was only gone for a couple of days, but me and the maintenance man have a deal that when I leave out of town he'll come in and check on my cats. So these precious babies are never without food.

"Nice place," Aphrodite looks around.

"It came pre-furnished. I went through my school to get it. My scholarship is paying for it. Jade and I have a house together, but I couldn't stay there alone. Too painful. So I got myself an apartment this past semester. Jade was pissed I did it, but I like it better. I never needed much. That big house makes me feel alone. Jade still pays on it, and I have to check on it every week just to make sure no one has broken in or anything."

"You are stubborn," she comments.

"So I've heard." I go to the hall closet and pull out some spare blankets and set up on the couch.

She eyes me with her judgmental auburn eyes.

"Relax," I roll my eyes. "You can have the bed. I'll take the couch."

"What a gentleman," she comments.

I smirk. Definitely not the first time I've heard that. I pride myself on being considerate to my guest.

"Hungry? I can cook or order something if you want." I go to my room to make sure my bed is presentable, luckily, I made the bed before I left this weekend.

"Can you even cook?" she raises an eyebrow.

"Why are you so snarky all the time," I complain.

"I am not."

"Are too, it's your tone. It irks me." I shake my head.

"I can't help the way my voice sounds." She frowns.

I sigh and sit on my bed, pulling out a food delivery app. She sits next to me, close, so close our thighs touch. I say nothing and just hand her my phone.