Again with being late. The thought made her eyes roll as she counted all the times she had been delayed. It was no fair that her bro kept hogging the bathroom and dragged his sorry ass out the door. Naxis leaned back against the seat of the hummor in anoyance. Her legs sat crossed as a can of Pepsi rested between them. She bit her lip and closed her eyes not paying attention to the passing cars. That little boy was going to get it if the rest found something to do and ran off. She was already on her way and did not want a text that said "change of plans".
Ash sat on the other side of the limo with his foot pressed against the seat and his hands holding his cell. His dark brown orbs were glued like always to the screen as he checked his social networks and updated his statis. The boy never really cared for the group fun when he had all of his many girlfriends texting him twentyfour-seven.