My Window is Always Open...

Chapter 3: Rebound or Booty Call?

"I'm going now." I tell my dad.

"Just be safe." he says.

"Promise, love you." I reply kissing his forehead. I walk out the door in a cool evening. The air was fresh and crisp. There was no wind, so it wasn't cold. I loved it. I walk towards my precious electric blue Chevrolet Corvette. I get in and plug in my iPod and start blasting Lil' Wayne. I might be the only girl who truly loves Lil' Wayne and his art. I have never met another girl who loves him like I do. I back up from the garage door and start driving to the mini-store.

Half way to the mini-store where I'm supposed to meet Drake, I felt my cellphone vibrate.

"Yo! Where are you?" says the impatient caller.

"I'm almost there!" I yell, "I'm basically there! I can see you." I click off and start driving towards Drake.

"You whore! I've been waiting here forever!" says Drake with laughing eyes.

"Jeez slut!" I say, rolling my eyes, "You're such a drama queen. Get in."

"Haha! You know I'm just kidding." he chuckles, then hops onto the passenger side of my car, "Let's go to Liza's house now?" he says, "Can I dirve?" he begs with his dark almost black eyes shining. I just shake my head.

Drake McTawn is two years younger than me, but I'm shorter than him. He's full Bangladesh, but his ancestors emigrated here to the United States. So everything about him is American.

"So, how was your meet?" Drake says, breaking the ice and admiring my music collection.

"Killed em'." I grin with such delight.

"As always, that's my girl!" he says, messing up my hair.

"Hey! You're messing up my hair!" I blurt out, lightly punching my friend in the arm.

"Haha. Okay, chill chill." he surrenders.

"Were almost there so you better stop, or Liza will get jealous. I don't think you guys could afford another fight. Am I right, or am I right?" I say with an Italian accent.

Drake just mumbled some words when Liza ran out from her house to meet us.

"Hey you guys! You're just in time!" she chimes kissing Drake and hugging me tightly, "Luna, Tyler is mainly chilling at the backyard, so yeah. Don't go there."

I salute her as if she were my captain, "That's not exactly what I'm worried about, Liza. There's something else I need to tell you." I say. Then I just looked at Drake and so did Liza. Drake automatically took it that it was time for him to leave me and Liza alone.

"I'll leave the menstrual issues." he sarcastically says. Liza and I just roll our eyes.

"Boys!" she giggles. I nod in agreement. "So what do you want to tell me?" she says with her pale blue sparkling.

"It's about Adrian, uh. Some shit went down last weekend." I say, looking down at my feet.

Her eyes were as big as saucer cups, "What happened?!"

"We had sex." I say shyly.

"Oh my God!" she replies, "How was it? Was it good?"

"Well it was okay I guess." I say awkwardly, "It was all Tyler's fault. I was in need of a rebound guy." I say furiously.

"It's okay Luna." she says squeezing my hand, "Tyler isn't even cute. Adrian is way hotter." she says with a seductive look.

"Ha! I bet Adrian sees me as a booty call anyway." I snort.