C90 Rose

We rolled into the parking lot, and my quiet yet mischievous driver turned to get my door for

me. He could have let me do that myself since he decided to obey Mr punk ass instructions.

“Thanks,” I said as I got out. The expression on my face wasn't gratitude, it was a

curious-mean face. I'm sure my roommate got out with me

I'm never letting him get me a lift