F*CK FRIEND ZONE

PARTY IN A DORM ROOM

FROM REBECCA'S POV

"Seriously? It's 2 in the morning for f*ck sake." Rebecca has been unable to sleep since her noisy neighbors decided to throw an impromptu party in the dorm.

Miss. Big Titties What's Her Face, as Rebecca likes to call her, can f*ck her way into getting anything she wants. Her parties are almost never interrupted and tonight is extra special. The jocks have arrived with a keg of beer and there may have been a semi-wet t-shirt contest. Semi because one of the jocks poured some beer on the girls he wants to f*ck tonight. Yes, girls, plural.

Rebecca wraps her pillow around her head like a makeshift and barely effective soundproofing headphone and tries to sleep. But she is soon alarmed by the thumping knocks at her door. Her social life is pretty much non existent and no one from her circle would come knocking at such wee hours. In fact, her fragile looking friends might hurt their wrists banging on the wooden door that hard. None of them are the athletic kind.

"Who the f*ck is it?" yells Rebecca, trying not to sound scared. These frat boys get extra grabby when they are drunk. When she opens her door as little as she can with a baseball bat in her hand for precaution, she is greeted by the most charming smile she has ever seen.

"Hey, sorry to bother you. I'm Hector. You got any disposables cups? We ran out of cups next door."

Why don't you ask Miss. Big Titties to give you some of her bras, Rebecca wishes she could say that but instead she walks over to her cupboard and pulls out a bag full of party cups that her last roommate left behind. She always thought of using them someday but for that she needs to have party-ready friends or just friends who actually wanted to hang out with her.

"Here you go. And please keep the volume down. Some of us are trying to sleep."

"Why don't you join us?" asks Hector and for a moment Rebecca just wants to say yes. But she knows she doesn't fit in that World. Her dorky glasses and Buy 1 Get 1 FREE PJs from the bargain bundle would be mocked and her one tiny pimple would make them label her as Miss. Pimples for the rest of the year or maybe more.

But before she can respond, Hector grabs her wrist, gently but with a feeling of ownership for some reason and drags her to the room next door. She likes the way Hector keeps looking at her every now and then even if she just stands awkward near the door ready to leave at the first insult thrown at her. But that insult never comes. Turns out, Hector is one of the heartthrobs and being dragged in by him gives her some kind of immunity from getting bullied as usual.

The last time she was anywhere near Miss. Big Titties What's Her Face was the day she accidentally wore two different socks and was mocked all the way to college and all the way back to the dorm. Kids can be so mean sometimes.

Before she can brew in her own thoughts, Hector pulls her into his arms and starts to dance, slowly, passionately, to an old Jazz song. Apparently he has better taste than the butch boys around him and Rebecca can't be happier.

"Who is she?" says a visibly annoyed girl in a skirt almost shorter than her underpants. Let's call her Miss Fussy Puss say Rebecca silently and smugly to herself while still dancing with Hector. "She lives next door" replies Miss Big Titties with a jock attached or her mouth refusing to stick his tongue out long enough for her to speak.

After a fun night of obnoxiously warm beer, ridiculously shameless dancing and a few lingering hugs, Hector offered to walk her to her room just 2 feet away. Rebecca thinks he is being cheesy but she does not mind the chivalry at all.