Loving You

Chapter 3

            I looked at her nervously and began twirling a lock of my hair, an unfortunately obvious sign of nervousness I happened to obtain when I was thirteen. Curse my stupid seventh grade teacher, always yelling at me.

            I bit my lip, mumbling random unintelligible words, as I tried to come up with a believable story. I figured a giant hippo ate it wasn’t going to cut it.

            “Well, I was in the bathroom-“ I started but Sherry interrupted me with, “Oh, yeah you were in there for a while. I hope you feel ok!”

            I turned and glared at her before continuing, “And I did my business. I came out and there was a little girl waiting outside of the restroom. She was really dirty and skinny and I asked her if she was ok. We talked for a bit and it turns out she was homeless and hung around there. She looked cold so I gave her my cardigan. And I was not taking long time in the restroom, I was helping someone out who needed my help.”

            I smiled to myself at the last part. At least part of my story was true. Unfortunately, the rest of it wasn’t. I really would have rather had it been a little girl then some guy who sleeps with lots of girls. I mean, everyone knows it. He is twenty-one, single, hot, famous, rich, and has access to any girl he wants, taken or not. And he makes out with that one chick on the show. I don’t even need to watch it to know that. Sherry rants about it more often than she should.

            Sherry thinks about it for a moment, and then says, “You are too nice for your own good sometimes. You know what we should do? We should go to a waterpark!”

            Josh and I both look at her like she is crazy. It is NOT the right time to go to a waterpark. The spring is nice, but not that nice. “Sherry, are you insane. Its sixty degrees outside. Sixty. And besides, I have to work tonight.” I say matter-of-factly. I work as a waitress in a sports bar and then on weekends I am a waitress at a small restaurant.

            Josh shakes his head and ignores us. We drive him crazy sometimes, but he loves us. Plus, he is the only one with a working car, considering mine is in the shop for about three more weeks, and Sherry doesn’t have her license. His little blue Prius gets us everywhere we need to go.

            I look out the window and all the plants. During the spring, all the flowers are in bloom. Its tree after tree of white flowers. I especially love the Rose bushes in front of our school. I pick them, even though the gardener, Jose, told me not to pick them repeatedly.

            I smiled. I loved it here. New York City did not have a spring like this. This was my first year living on the west coast, and not New York. I will admit, I did miss being able to walk to places because they were so close and all the cool stuff there, and the snow, but I liked it here. New York City is not very home-y, and here, I felt right at home when I got here.

            Josh cleared his throat and I snapped out of my thoughts. I realized we were pulling into our dorm parking lot. The dorms were boys and girls. Boys on the bottom floor, girls on the top floor. It got really annoying sometimes.

            I grabbed my purse and got out of the car, tired and lazy. Sherry looked way to peppy and I decided then would be a good time for the paper. “Hey, Sherry, can we work on my psychology paper now?”

            Sherry gave me a look and said, “Don’t you mean ‘Sherry, can you write my psychology paper for me now because I know nothing about it and really want a good grade?’ because that seems more likely.”

            I smiled at her sheepishly before brushing a strand of blond hair out of my face. Then I said, “Well, it sounds worse when you put it that way, but yeah.”