Sebastian 'Bash' Walker is a partying Good-Time bloke who landed a full ride scholarship from out of The Bush of the outback in Australia to Magnolia Falls University. Magnolia Falls is located in Cajun Country, Louisiana USA where the food is hot...
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I stare blankly ahead.
Reading a pastel blue sign with white cursive writing, "Rise up, take courage and do it. Ezra 10 : 4."
Who the fuck has bible verses above their fucking toilet?
Looking down from the sign I see I've managed to get my piss mostly in the shiny white bowl so I flush. I tuck myself back inside my jean trousers and glance up again at the stupid sign.
Rise up, take courage, and do it. I repeat the verse in my mind.
Does it take courage to take a dump? "Blimey, I need a fucking frothy." My voice is gruff and tired. All I want is to get drunk. It's not yet two in the afternoon and I'm already regretting my decision to come here instead of getting piss-drunk inside my room.
"Bash?" Holly's voice causes my spine to recoil, "Everythang' alright, sweetheart."
"Just dandy, babe," I shoot back going to the sink and quickly washing my hands.
I'm positive Holly's parents are mortified I'm using their loo instead of a tree from the outside like some stray dog.
I wipe my damp hands on my thighs then notice a decorative cross hanging above the light switch. With a chuckle, I flip it down so the cross is inverted and exit the loo knowing they'll think Satan himself surely visited their house to take a shit.
"Hi!" Holly Higol greets me just outside the door causing me to jump.
"For fucks sakes," I breathe, then run my hands through my hair. This girl has attached herself to me like a damn parasite.
"You're taking a while in there, everything okay?"
"God damn, Holly." I scoot around her, "Can I not piss in peace? You're like a yippy-ankle-biter."
"Oh," Her brows screw upwards with worry, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were-."
The universe decides to show me a bit of rare mercy when my phone begins to vibrate with a phone call inside my front pocket. I dig it out and read Chyette across the screen.
I can't answer fast enough, "Yes-Chy? How you going?" I realize in an instant my heart is pounding in my throat.
"Bash, hi," Chy exhales and I can tell by the tenor of his voice that something is wrong.
"Bash?" Holly asks but I shoo her off and walk down the hall decorated with Jesus Christ pictures, crosses, and color-coded family photos.
"What happened? Is Aspen alright?" Please God, please let her be alright.
I am an idiot for deleting her number. Granted no one with a Colorado number has called me since the deletion.
"She's, well, she went a little cray-cray and got arrested."
