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Chapter
One

October

              “Tuesday Booze-Day!” Magda, my roommate shouts while busting through our dorm room door.

             
I look up from my textbook. “Really Magda? Tuesday Booze-Day? It seems like you make up a weird saying just to be able to drink every night,” I laugh at her as I set the book down in front of me.

             
“Come on, Alex, you know you love them and you need an excuse just as much as I do. So quit your bitchin’. There’s a party tonight at 217 and we are going!” She squeals and goes over to her computer.

             
Trick Daddy’s ‘Let’s Go’ quickly fills the room.

             
217 is the number of the most popular house to be at during the week at our small town college. Magda and I have been going there almost every night since we became roommates this year.

             
I always like going because it gives me a chance to forget how much I hate being in school and how much of a love life I don’t have.

             
It’s always a giant bore though, after we get to the parties and I find out there’s no hot guys there.
Ugh!
What’s the point of going if I can’t have any eye candy?

             
Hopefully, tonight will be different.

             
“I suppose, since you twisted my arm,” I say sounding less than enthusiastic about heading out.

             
She rolls her eyes and sits down next to me on the bed. “K, Bitch…let’s start getting ready then!” She says patting my leg, ignoring my sarcasm.

             
I look at her confused. “Dude, it’s like 5:15pm. What the fuck do we need to get ready so early for?”

             
She scrunches her nose. “Well, first of all, you look horrendous. Second, we need all the time we can get to get you to stop looking so fucking homeless when we go out. You’re kind of a cockblocker.”

             
Shocked at her bluntness, I say, “What!? I do not look homeless and I resent the comment about me being a cockblocker. If you must know, I was studying for Anthropology and last I checked that class is less than sexy, which makes me just as appealing at the moment.”

             
She sighs. “Listen, I don’t give a fuck what you were doing. We are going to get ready for this party and you are going to make yourself look presentable in order for me to be seen with you. I can’t take it anymore. I don’t want you cockblocking me the whole night, like you always do.”

             
I gasp. “Watch your mouth! What the hell is the matter with you? I most certainly am not a fucking cockblocker,” I state adamantly.

             
I shrug because there is nothing left to say about your best friend thinking you’re being a
cockblocker
. I hate that word. It should never be used, if you ask me. It doesn’t roll off the tongue too good. Well that sounds sexual. Moving on.

             
“What the hell is wrong with
you
? Since when do you put up a fight about getting ready and going out to party? OMG Dude, are you dying? You’re dying aren’t you? OMG what is it, Lou Gehrig’s Disease?” She asks staring at me weird with her eyes all shiny and shit.

             
My eyes go wide at her over dramatization of the situation. “Wha-NO! I’m not dying. Jesus Christ, Magda, relax for a minute. Lou Gehrig’s? Really?”

             
She looks at me puzzled. “Well yeah, I mean it’s possible…but if you’re not dying then what’s the problem?”

             
I sit back in my tiny twin bed.
That reminds me…I hate this small ass bed. Ugh!
“I don’t know I’m just getting a little tired of going to these parties and not having fun… and by no fun I mean not seeing anyone there worth looking at,” I say leaning my head back against the white wall behind me.             

             
“Well if that’s the only problem, tonight should different because the guys from Alpha Xi Delta are going to be there and I just heard they got a couple of new pledges. I’m hoping they’re ones I don’t know. Point is, you never know. Tonight you might see somebody worth looking at.” She shrugs nonchalantly.

             
I sit back up. “Really? I hope so. I don’t think I can take looking at all the same fucktards every time we go out…” I sigh.

             
What’s college for if not to have a little something to look at and take your mind off of other things, every now and again.

             
Nothing wrong with that.

             
“What are we waiting for then? Let’s get ready,” she repeats.

             
I get up from the bed and get my bathroom toiletries to go in the shower.

             
Our dorm room is pretty small which makes it difficult to have any privacy, not that Magda would allow me to have any, anyway.

             
She is way more outgoing and outspoken than I am. It’s a mystery as to why we get along so well. I guess the one thing we have in common is that we both swear like sailors, so that’s fun.

             
She tends to rub people the wrong way with her honesty sometimes but I find it endearing and refreshing.

             
When we first met we sat next to each other at our freshman orientation and then we found out we were roommates. We have been friends ever since.

             
She’s originally from Germany but her parents sent her off to the states to get a better education and she ended up at St. Norbert College in De Pere, Wisconsin, with me.
Yay.

             
She’s also way better looking than me with her blonde hair and big green eyes. She is shorter than me by a couple of inches but that doesn’t take away from how anything she wears makes her look model-sized. She’s beautiful and she knows it which makes her pretty popular with the guys.

             
I’m just as confident as she is, though. I may not have her blonde locks but I have curly brown hair with matching eyes and now that I think about it, matching skin.

             
I guess we are complete opposites which is probably why we can tolerate each other.

             
“What should I wear?” Magda asks when I get back in the room from the shower that’s located directly across from our door, making it pretty convenient.

             
I look at her and then at the outfits laid out on top of MY bed.

             
“I don’t know. Depends. Do you want to look like a hooker tonight? Like a classy escort? Or like a stripper?” I ask pointing to each outfit.

             
She sighs, “Well, I guess classy escort will have to do for tonight.”

             
I smile playfully. “Great! Now get your shit off my bed.”

             
I move to stand in front of the smallest closet in the world.
God, you can only fit like five outfits in this thing without anything getting wrinkled.
Needless to say, I do a lot of ironing in the mornings.

             
Taking all her stuff off of my bed she asks, “What are you wearing tonight?”

             
I turn towards her. “I don’t know, I think I’m gonna go ahead and dress the opposite of you tonight, which means I have to
not
look like an escort.” I laugh and then wink for added effect.

             
She winks in return and turns on her heel, outfit in hand, to change in the bathroom.

             
I never understand why it is ok for her to have privacy but not for me.

             
I shake my head at her unfairness.

             
After about two and half hours of primping, curling, and applying makeup, we are finally ready to head out. Well at least, I am ready.

             
Magda is still trying to make sure she looks better than an escort, her words not mine.

             
She did state that I no longer looked homeless, which is a plus for me since I am hoping to have some fun tonight and let’s be honest, the homeless status is not going to get any eye candy to give me some attention.

             
Not that I’m looking to get laid. I’m not. Really I’m not. I have never gotten laid. Not yet at least—hard to believe right? Well, living with my mother for eighteen years of my life and getting the shit beat out of me didn’t really give me a chance to go out and explore, if you catch my drift.

             
Not that Magda knows anything about that. I don’t need her making fun of me for being a
virgin
and I don’t need her pity because of what
Elizabeth
put me through.

             
“Bitch, you look better than Jenna Jameson naked, so let’s get a move on,” I say as I look at my appearance in the only body length mirror in the middle of our door.

             
Not too shabby, if I do say so myself. I have on a small Hollister checkered button up with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of faded Lucky brand jeans with holes everywhere. Why I pay over one hundred dollars for jeans that are ripped is beyond me. They look hot though. They are low rise so I’m showing a little bit of my “toned” stomach.
I wish
, but I work with what I got.

             
My makeup is done natural as usual. No smokey eyes or anything. I hate that look. It makes me look like a gang banger for some reason.

             
I finished the outfit off with these sick open toe black heals that scream pain. All in all, not too scandalous.

             
Magda on the other hand is directly in the scandalous territory.

             
She has on a halter top that could be confused for a handkerchief and a leather skirt that is just long enough to not be considered stripper-esque.

             
She definitely has the whole smokey eye thing going on for her.
Jeez, she’s going to get mauled tonight.

             
Not that she’ll mind but I hate it. Since it pretty much means that she’s going to leave me by my lonesome as soon as we get there.
Great.

             
We finally make our way out of our dorm building that has so affectionately been nicknamed “The Banger”. I have no idea how it got that name, it’s an all girls dorm.

             
Anyway, the house we are going to is a couple of blocks away and walking there is a bitch with these heels.

             
Magda doesn’t seem to have a problem with that since she’s a pro at wearing six inch heels.

             
As we get closer to the house we see that it’s starting to get pretty crowded and loud already. Even though it’s only a little past 8:30pm, which means this is going to be a long night.

             
“ALEX!” Jesse screams as he comes running out of the house towards Magda and me.

             
“JESSE!” I scream back as soon as he reaches us and we both go in for a hug.

             
We have a few classes together and we hang out quite often since we both go to the same parties.

             
He pulls away. “Glad you could make it. There’s beer and any kind of liquor you want, just tell Mark to make something for you. I know you like those girly drinks,” he says, rolling his eyes.

             
I smile in return. “Thanks Jesse.  I’m glad I’m here. I couldn’t stand studying for our Anthropology test that’s coming up,” I say with a shudder of mock disgust.

             
He laughs. “I know, I hate that class and Professor Sabine always has a stick up her ass. Anyway, go in the house and have a good time. Hit me up later!” He says as he walks away towards a tiny black haired girl with way too much make-up on.
Jeez, even he’s getting lucky tonight.

             
I look back at Magda and see that she’s staring at Jesse too, so I say, “He’s perfect for you, you know, man-whore 101 but you could still teach him a few things.”I wink.

             
She makes a gagging noise and I laugh.

             
“That fucker just ignored me. He best watch who he ignores!  Next time he’ll get my titties in his face. That will show him. Bitches get stitches!” She states with a straight face.

             
I laugh harder at her stupidity. “You’re fucking gross and stupid! You’re just mad ONE man on campus is not drooling over you and for real? Bitches get stitches?”