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Prologue
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There it stood, mocking her, the book Madalena had promised herself to be finished reading within a month. Now the self-imposed deadline was one week away, and only twenty pages of the book had been turned thus far. But tonight would be the night. She'd taken her pyjama from the small drawer of the room her college was willing to give its students, put it on, and decided to have a calm night in.
Her phone buzzed once as soon as she got to the third paragraph of page twenty-one.
What do those idiots want now?
She thought. Whatever it was that her group project members wanted to find out on a Sunday at 11 PM could wait for the following morning when her patience and caffeine levels were at a much higher level.
The chapter was ending, dreary to no end, when her phone hummed again. And then again. For a few seconds it seemed to never miss a beat, whirring into life until it was almost permanently buzzing. She picked it up, keeping her finger on the page she was at, determined to inconvenience herself into reading more.
Just as the noise it had made indicated, it was a WhatsApp conversation icon that popped up. As she clicked on the familiar green icon, Madalena was a little surprised when she saw this conversation did not have a group name. In fact, it was made up exclusively of numbers that were not on her contact list.
Frowning at this, she opened the app. The first message was a picture of a semi erect penis. What followed this up, however, were lines of conversation she really had not expected.
\ Oh my God, a dick. I'm so horny for you. NOT! /
\ Uh, Kyle, buddy, dumbass, did you add someone else to this? /
\ Holy shit, how many numbers are on this??? /
\ LOL! There are 6 numbers here! Who wants to bet that he wanted to send 5 girls his junk?....... /
\ Wow! xD He accidentally created a group convo! That is fucking incredible... xD /
\ Seriously? /
Judging the situation as interesting enough to warrant replacing her finger on the book with an actual bookmark, Madalena gave the text thread her full attention, laughing until her sides hurt.
Excitedly, she typed her own message and hit send.
\ Just arrived at this beautiful mess... Hi, other ladies, nice to meet you! :) How did you guys come to meet the owner of this downsized prick (pun intended)? /
It was rather silly of Madalena, but it amused her.
\ Bad life choices, honey. It can only have been bad life choices... /
\ I think Kyle was the one who made a real bad, bad life choice, girls xD /
\ Damn right! /
\ I actually attend the same lecture as him. /
\ Ew... That sucks. /
\ On the contrary, I'm making sure he doesn't get laid with ANYONE in that class! /
\ Oh, hell yeah, girl! ;) /
\ Payback's a bitch! And so are we, Kyle! Ahahahah /
There was a notification from the app at that moment. Kyle had apparently assessed the gravity of his mistake and bailed on them, removing himself from the conversation entirely.
\ COWARD!!! / Madalena wrote out of pettiness, despite the fact that he obviously couldn't see her reaction anymore.
\ YOU GIANT PUSSY! / Someone else sent at the exact same time, making Madalena chuckle in her silent bedroom.
\ I don't think he's getting one of those anytime soon... /
\ Damn straight! /
\ It's a shame, I had a nice round of insults lined up, and now I don't get to use them. /
\ NO! I wanna hear them! /
\ Fuck yeah, me too! /
\ Me too, damnit! -.-' /
\ Some of them need a graphical reaction, hang on... /
The next message was a picture of a blonde girl, holding a very rough looking pepper shaker, with the caption "things I would rather put up my pussy than Kyle's dick".
This was much too amusing for the group of five women, who began one by one to try to one-up each another with household items that had no place anywhere near a vagina and the same caption. The original blonde girl reappeared at a certain point with a porcelain duck and was declared the winner.
\ Hang on, I figured you were all posting stock pictures from online, are we all using actual pictures of us? / Madalena asked the group.
When all of them confirmed they were in fact searching around their houses and taking selfies to send to the group chat, Madalena looked at the other girls' photos with renewed interest.
\ Why did you ask, though? / One of them sent.
\ Cause you're all too damn gorgeous, that's all... / She typed back, blushing a little after hitting send.
God bless women.
Madalena thought as the responses to her statement rolled in. She was instantaneously called a hottie in a myriad of different ways. It also marked the beginnings of another game of one-upmanship as they went increasingly over-the-top to sweettalk one another.
Once more there was a clear winner when someone else other than the blonde woman took the opportunity to write to another one how she'd tie her to a bed pole and have her way with her till the bed broke.
\ *wolf whistles* /
\ You sure you're not a dude? /
\ Hey, no need to insult, just admit I won... /
They all agreed that the woman with the hot message was the winner of that particular bout.
\ Thank you, thank you! /
Somehow it felt a little sad to be leaving these funny and cool people behind. Taking sudden inspiration, Madalena wrote out her proposal.
\ I don't know about you girls, but would you want to meet up for dinner one of these days? Just to really rub it in that Kyle dropped the ball massively on this... / She joked.
\ Girl, I stopped listening after the "rub it in" part... Let's go! /
Everyone else seemed equally excited about it and agreed, as they set about choosing a place to go.
Madalena's book lay by her side, forgotten. Probably for quite a while. In her defence it was not a regular occurrence to have something like this happen to her.
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The Dinner
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A cacophony of sound greeted Naomi as she entered the Irish pub at the corner of the street, two blocks away from where she lived. She made her way past the large number of boozy tourists at the bar and walked up a narrow staircase in the middle of the place, towards the group tables at the top.
A couple of televisions were showing two rugby teams going at each other, though they were on silent, fortunately. Looking around, Naomi could swear she was looking straight at the girl who had taken the selfie with her computer mouse during their competition the previous night.
With less than confident steps, Naomi approached the bench and saw the two women there look up at her and smile. One was a small, brown-haired woman with large round wired glasses, who seemed to be packing a few extra pounds, as Naomi's mother would say. To this Naomi would reply with "in some nice places", as was the case this time.
'Hello, welcome to our corner of the woods.' The girl greeted.
'We can offer nothing other than boring conversation.' The other woman interjected. She had big brown eyes, puffy lips and a dark-skinned complexion. Not to mention some ridiculous geometrically circular breasts that, no doubt, had played a part in being one of the addressees of the dick pic from the previous night.
'Then I have come to the right place.' Naomi smiled and sat down.
She had to do so on the opposite end of the table from where the other two women sat, as they were very closely seated together on their own bench of the rectangular table. Soon it became clear why that was.
Both were apparently taking the same class in college and had never talked to each other before, only noticing the other from a distance. Now it appeared they had taken an instant liking in the short while they had been there before Naomi arrived, and were keenly discussing plans to join up for one of the group projects that lay ahead.
They got Naomi up to speed on their most recent topic of conversation. They were discussing the worst professors they had gotten during their seven months of college experience so far. The girl with the round glasses was laying out her own candidate.
'We arrive to present an end of semester project and the professor laughs at us and goes: "My, my, I don't think I'd ever even seen all members of this group together at one of my lectures before..."'
'Fuck...' The dark-skinned girl shook her head, half-amused, half-shocked.
'And then, after everything was done he said he was going to leave the room and for us to write down on the board what grade we, as a group, felt that each member deserved before he got back...'
'Evil fucker!'
'I think she's the winner.' Naomi stated, the other woman agreeing.
Truth was, Naomi felt a little bit like a fish out of water with the company of the two women that clearly had gotten into a groove of conversation before her arrival. So, when another girl started to head to their table, she was just a little relieved.
'Ladies, is this the right table for the meeting of the unfortunate sightseers of awful dicks?'
'Aren't all women?' Naomi asked, drawing laughs from the others.
'I have come to the right place, then...'
'Ah-ah, not so fast!' The girl with the big brown eyes stopped her, clearly the most outgoing of the pair that arrived first. 'Password?'