We had totally forgotten about wanting to see the fireworks. We never heard them was we were making them on our own. I sent him a text the next mornin... telling him about how I woke up with a wonderful smile I woke up with on my face, thinking I’d hear back from him for a request for Round 2. I kept checking my phone expecting to get a text or a voice mail. My mood sullened throughout the day as I never got a response back. By the end of the night, I felt like a whore that got cheated out of not. Not that they were mad at each other, but just generally pissed off that a vacation started so shittily.After eating, they begin the long walk across the airport to ground transport. Along the way, Bre finally breaks down and starts mouthing about how uncomfortable, and tired, and mad and dirty she is. Adam was at this point too, but he just sighs and then abruptly shoves her into the men's bathroom they were walking past."What the Fuck are you doing?!" She demands."Just shut the FUCK up,. "You take such good care of your gorgeous skin,why don't you take care of your body?" Sherrie shut up, it's not like cocaine." Yes it is, you'll see." Why ?! Are you taking me to 5th and L after class? hahahaha G*d"Sherrie held her gaze on me as the lights dimmed and Professor Petun began the lecture.My ass was so sore from sitting up studying all night between my floor and springy bed, then for more than an hour in class.I stood while Coach reviewed the emerging choreography.Sherrie sat at. Not my type. Next.There is a tall and lanky guy, dressed in a designer polo and expensive golf slacks. That’s a maybe.The guy in the sleeveless denim jacket looks like he just got done working on some kind of car or motorcycle, a bit of black smudged right under his jawline. He probably smelled like oil or grease. Nope.My eyes land on black hair, black clothes, black jeans, and skip right on by. To each their own, but goth just isn’t my thing.The best was saved for last: a cute blond with a.