I didn’t get a chance to see Eric at all during the next day at college. Somebody told me they thought he had to go on a personal errand at lunchtime, so I had lunch with Eudora, Christa, and Krista. I know, I know, but I’m not making this shit up. I had two friends named Christa and Krista. Krista, you already know about, and Christa was a nineteen year old beauty. She was five feet, three and a half inches tall, had shoulder-length brown hair with blonde highlights, bright blue eyes, a nicely proportioned bust and long legs. She had tan-ish ivory skin and long fingers with black nails. The young brunette was an excellent skate boarder, considered herself a punk, and had an entourage of gay males that were usually at her beck and call. There’s a funny story that goes along with that, but that’s for another time.
The lunch was truly hideous. It was some kind of meatloaf mystery meat, with library paste being passed off as mashed potatoes along with cardboard green beans. I don’t know where they find this shit they serve us. I ate my ice cream sandwich and drank my iced tea. I have to keep my girlish figure, anyway – mwahaha! We spent the rest of the lunch period throwing meatloaf at people. It was great! Haha! When we were done eating, we made plans to meet immediately after classes since I realized Eric had football practice and I wouldn’t be able to see him anyway.
The rest of my classes in the afternoon agonizingly crawled by. I swear the clock had a snail for the second hand. But finally bell for my final class rang and that was the fastest I moved all day in meeting Krista and Christa. I know, I know, but try living with that – every time I would say Krista or Christa, they both would go ‘Yeah.’
At lunch time, we had made plans to go down to the mall. It was only about a mile from the campus and the walk was pleasant enough. It was down commercial streets with sidewalks and usually there was not any major problems associated with it. As we were walking along, I saw Tiny about a block ahead of us. You remember that rather large lineman that brought me a jersey the day I ‘met’ Eric? Some introduction, huh? That’s starting things off with a bang! Mwahaha! Anyway, I’m thinking, ‘What the hell is Tiny doing here, when they have football practice?’ He didn’t appear to be injured in any way that I could see.
“Hey, Tiny!” I cried out, as I can have a big mouth when I have to. Ask Eric. Tiny hears me and waits for us to catch up with him. He had a big smile on his face, when we greeted him more intimately. After all, I was the quarterback’s lady and it behooved him to be respectful, plus he always had the hots for me after that day he saw me stark naked in the shower room. I know, you’re thinking that, of course, he had the hots for me after seeing me completely nude, but let me tell you – I saw him completely naked and I didn’t have any interest at all in his lard bound butt. Mwahaha!
“Hey, Tiny,” I asked, “why aren’t you at football practice?”
“We didn’t have any,” was his very surprising answer. Tiny went on to explain that the coaches were so happy over their win (‘their’ win?) that they gave them the day off. Hell, I should have gotten the week off for the part I played in it, as far as I was concerned.
Before I even had time to contemplate concerning where Eric was, if he didn’t have football practice, Christa asked, “Hey, isn’t that Eric?” When I turned my head, I sure enough observed him driving by in his new SUV, but that wasn’t what attracted my attention. It was the beautiful and I mean beautiful, as in drop dead gorgeous, raven-haired young woman sitting next to him, as they flew by us.
I felt as though I had been struck by a thunderbolt. I couldn’t move and I was experiencing difficulty with breathing. My adrenaline was racing through my body and I could feel my heart pounding and my ears ringing. I had never felt anything near that uncomfortable in my whole life. I wanted to chop that bitch up into little pieces and then I wanted Eric next!
Christa innocently asked, “Who was that with Eric?” I observed from the corner of my eye that Krista was making hand signals for Christa to remain silent. I turned to the both of them and said in a dead calm voice, strangely enough, “I don’t know, but when I find out she’s dead meat. And Eric’s next.”
Krista warned, “Now Sara, don’t go off half-cocked. You don’t know for certain who that was. I just have a difficult time thinking that Eric would cheat on you like that. That could be his sister for all you know.”
“Yeah, she’s right,” Christa chimed in.
“Yeah, sure,” I replied bitterly. “A sister, who he has never mentioned and who I have never met. Yeah, that’s the ticket,” I continued sarcastically. “It’s really his cousin. No, it’s his mother. No, wait it’s his aunt. No, I have it. It’s his father.”
While I was vastly amusing Christa, who was laughing hysterically, Krista just shook her head at me in disagreement and frowned at me. “You’re just hurting yourself,” my good friend pointed out. “Why don’t you go over and find out for certain.”
“Oh yeah, I intend to,” I responded with the utmost seriousness. “I surely intend to right now. And I want you all to go with me.”
“Oh, sure,” Christa agreed, while Krista shook her head emphatically. “No, I think this is between you and Eric,” Krista explained.
“If you don’t go with me, I will fuck the two of them up and ask questions later,” I threatened.
“That’s extortion,” the beautiful young woman complained. “You’re blackmailing me to go along.”
“Yeah, I know.” I grinned maliciously at her.
Eric’s house was a mile from the university in the opposite direction that the mall was. Luckily we had only traveled a minimum of the way toward the mall, when we observed Eric, consequently we only had a little over a mile walk to his home. Krista attempted to make small talk on the way, but the only person, who would talk with her was Christa, as I had only one thing on my mind – vengeance is mine, saith the Sara. Mwahaha!
They might have thought I was kidding, although I think Krista knew otherwise, but I wasn’t. I intended to take the butcher knife I knew was in Eric’s kitchen, and I intended to cut that bitch up into tiny little pieces and feed her to Eric. I am not a person to be fucked with or fucked over.
