Thursdays, Archer watches Mia while I’m in class. Every time I’ve gone to pick her up, there’s been some altercation. From him screaming at me about combat club to our secret kiss in the library, pick-ups from Archer are never easy.
I don’t know why I expected today to be any different.
I knock lightly on Archer’s door before letting myself in. As I enter, I’m met with girlish laughter. I look over at Archer’s bench to see a woman perched on it. She looks like a damn fitness model.
Her figure is perfectly hourglass, covered by a thin layer of work out shorts and a cropped tank-top-sports bra type thing. Her entire body is on display in this get up. I can see her n*****s pebbling slightly under the top.
Her hair is platinum blonde, fake as all hell but beautiful nonetheless. Her skin
