"Why, Lord?! Why?"
Yes, I'm screaming and questioning the heavens right now — what exactly did I do to deserve this? I've lived my entire life doing nothing but studying, following rules, and playing the obedient child. The nerd of every class. The good girl.
And look where that got me.
Walking toward my childhood friend's apartment, I could only think of one thing —
I haven't even had my first kiss, and here I am in my second year of college, realizing how painfully boring I am.
Okay, maybe not boring, but come on — there's nothing in my life worth gossiping about.
It's been a year since my monthly cycle started acting weird. And now, it's been three months since it showed up at all. Before you think it — no, I'm not pregnant. My lifeless love life is proof enough of that.
The doctor said it's because of "stress," but I still remember her expression — that raised eyebrow and wrinkled, judgmental face when I told her how "uneventful" my life was.
Yeah, I could read that look.
Later, a friend who's a doctor told me that too much stress and no hormonal release can mess up your body — especially for women.
Long story short? I need to de-stress.
Scratch that — my body's screaming for satisfaction.
And the only person who can help me out of this damsel-in-distress phase is my best friend, my partner in crime since the day I learned the alphabet — Raven Lane.
I stepped into the elevator and pressed the floor button. As the doors slid shut, my reflection stared back at me — a love-hate sight.
A plain white shirt perfectly fitting my square shoulders, tucked into black pants hugging my thick thighs, and my favorite heels clicking with every step.
Don't be shocked — I'm a law student.
Professionalism is kind of my thing, even if I'm still a few years away from the license.
In guy language, I guess my body type is what they call "curvy."
Five foot five, seventy healthy kilos, a chest that keeps my confidence pumped, and a booty that keeps my heels going click-clack.
I won't lie — I have my insecurities. They come and go depending on my mood (and, unfortunately, my mood swings).
Right now, I'm loving this look… except for my hair bun, which ruins the whole vibe.
But honestly, I'm too lazy to redo it. I've still got an entire hallway to walk before reaching Kitten's place.
Finally, I reached the door and pressed the bell.
A few seconds later, the door swung open, and there he was — my best friend.
Raven Lane.
"Hello, Mr. Kitten. You know it's a crime to ignore your best friend for a whole week and make her desperate for your presence?"