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2. Rainstorms

08:05

Great. The first period wasn't going to start in another ten minutes and I already wanted to go home and sleep. My bones were aching for my comfy bed and the warmth of my blanket so bad that I almost didn't notice when someone sneaked up on me from behind.

"You seriously need to get yourself a new phone. That thing is getting older than your last Insta post."

As expected, Isha jumped out from behind me but I still punched her arm and quietly muttered, "Don't do that."

Grinning, she playfully punched me back before bumping her fist with mine. "Good morning, shitface."

She was wearing blue jeans with holes in them and a red hoodie with a black beanie, her straight coconut brown hair flowing down to her waist. I noticed the single red strand of hair that marked her as Siren along with the letters S, I, R, E. N on the knuckles of her right hand. However, her goofy smile was not matching this gloomy Monday morning.

Just when she parted her lips to say something, my gaze caught sight of a familiar matte black motorcycle that made the crowds of students huddled all over the parking lot to hurry to the sides, parting way for it. It sped across the parking lot and the girl riding it parked it a few feet away from us. When the girls pulled off their helmets and jumped off the bike, a small smile tugged on my lips.

I met the driver, Carmen's forest-green eyes looking extra gorgeous with her sharp eyeliner, first. It was hard to separate her from her bike as her leather jacket, jeans and timberlands mirrored the same jet black color. Her short hair black as the night, framed her pale-skinned face while her lips coated with a layer of sharp red lipstick pulled up into a smile in our direction.

Jad, who got off from behind Carmen's bike, was running her hands through her curly hair that the rain had left even frizzier than usual. Carmen was a fast biker, the best in town actually, but not even the fiercest racer could outrun the vicious rainstorms in Lakewood.

Jada's lips coated with a deep wine red, almost black shade of lipstick formed a confident smile. Her white top came off completely dry and bright underneath a military green bomber jacket she had paired with black jeans.

Before her familiar brown eyes could meet mine, I quickly darted my gaze down to the ground, staring at my ratty brown Uggs instead. Jada had many talents up her sleeve and one them was reading people's faces. And right now, I didn't necessarily want her eyes to catch the stress of being unable to pay this month's rent to my apartment, creasing my features. Jada has other things to worry about and I knew she would give me the rent money once she had it.

"Morning, babes," Jada said, stepping between Isha and me and looping her arms around our shoulders, practically a head taller than us.

Carmen, on the other hand, was too busy texting on her phone. Her inky black painted nails were flying across the keyboard on the screen while an intensely focused expression held her sharp features together.

Rising on her toes, Isha peeked at her phone. "Who are you up against tonight?"

Carmen finally looked up and a thrilling glint spread across her eyes. "Some Mexican dude named Diego. They say he's pretty good."

"Ooh, Mexican? That's hot. Don't you want some of that? You sure people only said he's good at racing or in bed too?" Isha teased, smirking while repeatedly nudging her shoulder.

Carmen threw an arm around Isha's shoulders as we headed towards the main entrance. "I'm sure he is. But I'll decide that after I've crushed him on the road."