Reply With Quote
Taylor sat in the middle row of the classroom, his face in the palm of his hand as he listened to the professor, go on and on about Literature. His brown eyes scanned around the room, seeing that most people were like him, half asleep but most were already sleep. He just wanted this class to be over and in the short amount of time, it was. He leaned over and placed his notebook in his book bag and the stuck the pencil behind his ear. He walked down the stairs and left the classroom while walking the hall and exiting the building.
Around this time was his break time until his next class, so he sat up under a tree and pulled out a book. With his legs crossed over one another, he felt the soft buzz of vibration of his phone, going off in his pants. He looked and seen that it was probably Henry so he answered it, hearing what he said as he instantly stood up, grabbing the book bag and walking towards the apartment. When he reached the apartment, an odor had hit him in the face. ‘Oh no.’ Taylor thought to himself as he quickly found his key, unlocking the door as he seen nothing but smoke. “Henry!” He yelled out, not sure of what was going on; his mind was racing, along with his heart. “Where are you?!”
When he found Henry, he saw that he had been smoking, again. Taylor shook his head and placed his hands upon his hips. “What are you doing?” He said while fanning the air, trying to get the smoke to disappear. “Are you trying to get us kicked out?” He raised a brow then turned on every fan in the small apartment, he even sprayed air fresher. Taylor was beyond mad; he really wanted to wring Henry’s neck but left it alone for now. Taylor sat on the couch in the living room, trying his best to calm down before he really killed Henry.
