THE BAD NERD BOY
But I'm seriously gonna bring my book with me.
1DNarry4ever: bring along. The more the merrier.
I was about to type down my reply when my phone buzzed. It was from Eliza, dad's secretary. I picked up the phone, "Hi, Eliza. What's up?"
"Good afternoon, Autumn. I just need to check something, is it okay with you? I'm not catching you at a bad time, right?" asked her in a worried tone. Eliza Thompson had been Dad's secretary for two months; she was a newcomer, freshly graduated from Brown University. I told her to call me Autumn instead of Miss Summers since we weren't that much different in age. She was twenty-three; I was seventeen.