Page 6 of The List of Things

“I didn’t mean to. I sat down in my bed, and next thing I know I woke up to a phone call. Don’t worry, I’ll be ready with a minute to spare.”

I’m always late. I think it’s inevitable at this point.

“Sure you will,” She laughs, and the line goes dead.

I slide the jeans I grabbed from the floor over my waist, the jeans feeling a lot looser than normal. I move to the clothing rack in my room and grab one of the only things actually hung up. I tear off my baggy shirt and pull the tight black long sleeve shirt on my body to replace it. The material hugs my body perfectly while the jeans hang loosely. I put matching black and white sneakers on my feet quickly.

I run into my bathroom almost falling as I make it through the door. I let my hair fall back down. My black hair hangs right down to my belly button, loose second day curls making it look effortless. I spray it down with one of the million things scattered on my counter, and then I brush it out, trying to untangle the rat's nest that’s settled on the back of my head while I slept. My skin is tan, and most of my makeup from earlier today is still sitting fine. I take the stick of eyeliner and haphazardly draw black on my waterline. I run blush over my cheeks, and retouch my lips with lip gloss. I’m messily put together and have no time for anything else.

My phone vibrates again, a text from Sienna telling me she’s here. I snatch my phone from the counter as well as the lipgloss, and I run into my bedroom, my hands grasping at my bedside drawer. I reach into the box of condoms, pulling two out to stuff into my purse, and then I run out of my room, and then my place. I walk with purpose down the hall of my apartment, and down one flight of stairs, going straight to the lobby, and out the front doors. Sienna is parked in front of the entrance, her blue Honda a comfort to me. I open the door and jump in.

“Five minutes… One minute to spare,” I shimmy my shoulders toward her.

I might have skipped a few steps but it’s fine.

“You look hot too. I’m not surprised. You always pull it off,” She says and I smirk. “Are those your jeans?”

The pants are baggier, yes, but they’re mine, right?

“Um. I think so. Why? Do they look bad?” I’m out of breath from my sprint down the stairs.

“No they look really good on you, they just don’t look like yours.”

I run my hands over the material and furrow my brows. Hmmm.

“Wait a second,” I press my lips together and unbutton them. “Check the tag.”

I pull the waist up, loosening it more than it already is.

“I’m driving!” She keeps her eyes on the road.

“Who cares, it’ll only take a second,” I wait for a second and feel her chilled fingers graze my skin.

“Levi’s, men’s sizing.”

My tongue swipes the inside of my mouth, pressing to the inside of my cheek. Oops. Realization blooms inside my head while I button the pants again.

“These aren’t yours are they?”

I nestle myself back into my seat at her question and buckle up once more.

“Do you know Jayden Cavilarro? He’s on the lacrosse team,” I ask.

Sienna nods at me, “Yeah, he has that big lion tattoo, right?”

She nails it right away. I knew she would know who I was talking about.

“Yeah, that’s the one. We fucked last night and-” Sienna practically chokes on my words, but I continue. “I told him not to stay, and then we were kinda hanging out after, and this morning I woke up and he stayed so I got mad, and snapped and he ran out of my apartment, and I guess he forgot some things.”

She replies by laughing so hard that her chest shakes, “You say he left some things like his pants aren’t something crucial. Did he run out in his underwear?”

I try to replay the events in my head but come up short. I wasn’t paying attention to him.

“I don’t know, I told him to get out and he did. Maybe I scared him.”

She nods quickly, “Yeah you probably did. You’re intimidating.”

“Well, they look better on me, and he can’t have them back.”

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