( 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗔𝗣𝗘, 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗜𝗜 )

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍
" HOMEWORK AND A BITCH-BOY. "

IT'S AN ALL-GIRL PARTY CLOTHING OPTIONAL..
ME AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND PLAYING DRESS UP AT MY HOUSE.
I GAVE YOUR GIRLFRIEND CUNNILINGUS ON MY COUCH.
SHE CUTE, KAWAII, HENTAI BOOBIES, THAT EXCITES ME.

- 2 new messages from:
yung dagga dick at 3.33 am

yung dagga dick
fuckin phone died around 1 am cause
im a dumbass and forgot to charge it. its obviously
charged up now
love u and miss u lol

8.45 am

You
shit goodmorning jean 
did you sleep well overall??
I miss u more wtf
oh and im changing ur fucking
contact name back to jean cause it
makes me laugh too much

Jean <3
yeah i had urs as 'slutty whore'
but i might as well change it back ig ugh

You
LMFAO STOP

Jean <3
its partly true tbh
the slutty whore thing
also i dreamt abt u??

You
was i naked

Jean <3
maybe maybe not
its me y/n

You
LMFAOJDH

Jean
BICTH WAIT
BITCH

You
WHAT

Jean
U GOT CLASSES
RIGHT???????

You
hoe im literally changing 
as we speak

Jean
you need to facetime me more
often...

You
ugh
listen i gotta feed the fishies
and then get to class
bye babe

Jean
bitch
read at 8.58 am.

I lobe you
lobe
love

YouLMFAOO
you're getting there :)
and i love u too
( ❤️  )

- like 30 minutes later ig..

"Wakey wakey, Adam." You shake your classmate awake, and he looks up at you tiredly. He had been half-asleep with his head in his arms.

"Holy shit! You're back!" He smiles, quickly jumping up from his desk and pulling you into a tight hug. "You know paparazzi got you and that Kirstein dude."

He wiggles his eyebrows, and you put down one of your textbooks besides to him before sitting yourself in the next seat.

"Yeah, I mean, we're fucking. And together."

"I hate being friends with a famous whore. This is ass.. never even got an autograph. Sign my asscheek will you?" He leans back, kicking his feet up onto the desk with a grunt.

You laugh, turning as the door quickly slams open and Marco runs in jumping into the seat next to Adam. 

"I forgot my homework on the goddamn types of seaweed and algae review.." 

He sighs, running a hand through his hair that had grown a bit longer since you were gone. "Oh, hey y/n." 

Marco puts his hand on your shoulder, patting the spot and flipping open his book leaving you to greet him back.

"The only one I forgot to do was Bladderwrack. I was too lazy to do it last night." You yawn, pulling out a pencil and notebook.

"You always say you're gonna do it in the morning before classes, but you never do." Adam snorts.

"Cause I don't feel like it when I get home. Besides I was just on vacation and I could've done it then, but i already had other work to do since I was missing so much." 

"Yeah she was sucking dick the whole time." Marco teases, and you slap him on the back of the head causing him to laugh.

"Was not. Well, only once. We were there for a wedding." You roll your eyes.

"Goddamn." 

Then, you all shut up as the professor entered the classroom.

"Alright, who can tell me which type of seaweed increases risk of cancer?"

- your apartment, 4.10pm.

You groan, throwing your coats down onto the floor next to the door.

Carmella follows behind you, kicking your stuff out of the way only to throw hers down in the same place.

"Can we put on some tunes?" She asks, tying her long deep brown hair back into a loose ponytail and skipping into your room happily.

"Yeah, why not." You laugh softly, grabbing your phone in which you had two message notifications, but didn't bother to check since there was no ID listed.

You put it facedown on your bed and pull your computer out of your backpack and opening it.

"What's your.. favorite song." You ask her, and she pauses to think.

"Shiiit. Good Form by Nicki fuckin' Minaj."

Carmella informs you, taking off her hoodie and jumping onto your bed which hadn't even been made.

"Interesting choice," You say, pressing on the space bar and letting a random playlist of songs play that you knew for a fact had that song in it.

The girl hummed along to the music as she got her homework out.

"Are you on the seaweed review still?" She asks you, doodling in her notebook for a little bit before finally looking through her book.

"Yeah I also have makeup work to finish. But yeah, still got the algae and seaweed shit to do." A small sigh leaves your lips as you lay down next to her flipping through the large textbook that you threw in front of you.

"This is bullshit I wasn't paying any attention in class." She says, turning over and shutting her book.

"Can you text me the answers later?"

You give her a stern look, staring into her crystal blue eyes and freckles that sat just under her bottom lashes and moved across her cheeks.

"Yeah, I willll," You laugh softly, and she cheers, rolling on top of you playfully.

"Thank youuu~" Carmella replied in a sing-song voice, massaging your shoulders and picking up your phone as you got another notification.

"'Five new messages from Jean.. heart thingy.. Awww." She teases, sliding her finger across the screen to open it.

"Wait i need to answer that, carm." You chuckle reaching for the device, but she doesn't let you.

"Your boyfriend can wait, y/n. Whats ya' passwurdd." She asks in a slurry tone, trying to imitate a fucking cowboy or some shit. "No don't tell me. I bet it's 'carmella.'"

She pressed the pads of her fingers down on each button that had the letters and correct spelling of her name.

"Fuck you. What is it?"

You take it from her, and enter the password with a small laugh, handing it back to her.

"Thank you so so much." She patted you on the head and proceeded to snoop through your phone, 

"Of course." 

She nodded her head to the music and occasionally checking over your shoulder to snap photos of the work and send them to herself.

"Dayummn who's this Eren dude? He needa a haircut ." She asks, showing you the pictures that the man had sent you, asking for your opinion on a pair of stupid sunglasses. You laugh, pushing her off of you.

"My frienddd,"

"Frienddd? You sure you and your bitch-boy and him aren't in a poly?" She mocks you, smirking

"Shut up!" You pick up a pillow, and slam it into her chest causing her to laugh loudly. Carmella crawls onto your bed dropping your phone in a pile of pillows, and grabs another before hitting you in the back with it.

"Fuck I love this song!" She shouts, turning up the volume as another song begins to play. 

 You laugh, throwing a pillow at the back of her head and she snickers.

"Oh, Oh, it's on, Y/n."