"Not again," I groaned. I had just gotten back to my dorm after an evening of studying. It was 10:00pm and the library had just closed. I was exhausted and all I wanted to do was crash into bed. My roommate, however, had other ideas for me judging by the green sock hanging from the doorknob. I thought rooming with my best friend was going to be great. What I didn't consider was that she had just broken up with her boyfriend over the summer. In the couple of weeks we've been back at school I'm pretty sure she had slept with half the soccer team. Luckily I had my car keys on me. I left campus, swung by the liquor store and got some wine and a stack of solo cups, and headed to the park.
I climbed up a metal play castle that was connected to another castle by a woven rope hammock/bridge. Once at the top of the castle, I poured a cup of wine, left the bottle at the top, and climbed onto the netting. I pulled a Black n Mild cigar out of my pocket, lit it, and laid back. Within just a couple minutes, I heard a commotion a few yards away from me. From my perch, I saw that a station wagon had pulled up, and two girls and a guy had gotten out and were fighting. I couldn't really make them out due to the shadows, but I could hear their conversation.
"Dammit guys, not again. We need to make it to Denver by morning! We're not going to make it if you keep taking fuck breaks!" I heard a girl yell.
"Kristi relax. You're just jealous. You know if we had found a bangin' girl on the side of the road you'd be doing the same thing to me right now." Another female voice replied.
"Bullshit, dude!"
"This isn't up for debate. Take some beer and make yourself scarce."
"This is the LAST time! It's my car. If you guys fucking stop one more time I'm kicking both you and Trent out and you can find your own fucking way to Denver."
"Whatever, bitch."
A couple seconds later, I saw a figure heading over to me. I laid back down and tried to pretend I didn't hear anything. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her start to walk past where I was, then she stopped and looked around. She saw me, and I diverted my eyes.
"Hey!" She yelled. I sat up and tried to act like I didn't know anyone was around.
"Oh...yes?" I replied.
"Is that a Black n Mild I smell?"
"Uh, yeah. Would...would you like one?" Kristi smiled.
"I'd LOVE one. I have a beer if you'd like to trade."
"I have some wine up here, but a beer sounds nice. What is it?"
"Shiner Bock"
I smiled. "Sounds good. Come on up."
Kristi made her way up the castle, set her beer at the top, grabbed a couple bottles, and came out onto the netting. I set the cup of wine in my lap, accepted her beer, handed her a cigar and lit it for her.
"Oh man, that's good. I haven't had one of these in ages. I'm Kristi"
"Abbie," I replied. We clinked bottles and took a swig.
"So, I bet you heard all that. Sorry, my friend Jackie is a cunt whore."
"Oh...yeah...well I wasn't really listening but I did hear...some words." Kristi peered toward her car and saw how close their car was to the castle. She chuckled.
"Liar. We were screaming at each other. You heard everything."
I blushed. "OK, yeah. I heard everything. Jackie does seem like a cunt whore." Kristi laughed hard. I turned to her and grinned, and that's when I really stopped to take in my company. Kristi seemed to be my age, but that's where the similarities stopped. I am short and a bit stocky and have short black hair and glasses. People at school lovingly refer to me as "lesbian Harry Potter." Kristi, on the other hand, was tall and slender. She was wearing faded jeans, a white and blue ringer t-shirt, brown sandals, and had her dark blonde hair in tiny braids pulled back by a red bandana. And she was very, very cute. At that moment I remembered Jackie yelling at her saying if they had found a "bangin' girl" on the side of the road she'd be the one doing the fucking. My night was starting to get interesting.
"I'm kind of in the same situation." I said. "I go to college across town and I was coming back to my dorm only to get the sock-on-doorknob treatment from my roommate."
