A College Seeress' Diary

Party Problems

Dear Jesus,

Something fluffy hit me in the face, cutting off my air flow momentarily. Shaken out of my sleep, I removed the item—it was a wool cardigan that smelled of soap and sweat—and glanced towards the opposite side of the room from the direction the cloth missile had been launched.

Portia was at her wardrobe. It was open, dishevelled. Clothes—mostly neutral colours—were strewn every which way. Her bed was the worst hit.

I wanted to just fling it off, roll my covers over my head and slide into a deeper gear of blissful sleep, but the sound of shuffling feet and digging through the wooden frame wardrobe was aggravating and beginning to slowly wedge me out of my sleep.

Oooooooooohhhh...

Groaning, I lifted myself out of bed, fetched my glasses, rubbing my heavy eyes. As everything slowly came to focus, I looked at my roomie.

"Hey! Good morning," I said.

A muffled "Mornin'" was all she tossed at me. Didn't mind though. What I minded was being disturbed from my sleep at such an early hour—it was still quite dark even though the time said 5am. Wednesday mornings are my free time and I judiciously enjoyed that time of rest, because I had scheduled my time to do an overnight reading from Tuesday dusk to Wednesday dawn.
By 12 noon, there would be biology practical and then another Basic anatomy lecture by 3pm.

"Are you looking for something?" I asked.

"Yeah... I'm looking for my black dinner gown. I thought I brought it with me."

I started to smirk, getting ready to begin teasing her about who her date was when it all clicked in my brain.

"Is it for the dinner party?"

"Uhn-un," she affirmed. "You coming?" she asked dryly as if daring me, turning me off.

Their faculty and ours had decided to merge and do a whole, full-fledged fresher's event. It would make it more glamorous and besides, what better way would there be to foster harmony among the science dominated fields?
Tonight was the long awaited dinner or party. I had seen how girls in my department had been planning and speculating in anticipation for this night. I had made up my mind not to go.
Maybe I could find out the schedule for my Holy Priesthood crew and see if we could hang out together.

Then I remembered John. We hadn't really talked much lately. He rarely came online and our paths hardly crossed. I never even got the chance to ask him what was up with him and Portia. Didn't have the guts to confront Miss Stoic either.

Would he go for the party? Highly unlikely. But hey? Didn't John come for our Love Feast when I invited him even though it was the first time we met.
Oh boy!
I could bear him going to a party. It's his life and I'm not his mom. But my greatest fear was that all this early morning searching for a (sensual, I can imagine) dress to wear by Portia here was for his sake.
Or worse... What if she had somehow lured/seduced him? The silent ones are the most dangerous in the act.

Portia and John, a pair, a couple. The idea grossed me out. Yuck!

And here she was asking if I was going, playing the perfect role of a frenemy.

I almost hissed and lashed on her: Why do you have to be so loud searching for something that doesn't concern me.
I had the rights to sue her for invading my private space and peace.

Instead, I took a deep breath and was thoroughly surprised by what proceeded from my mouth.

"Let me help you find it. Do you know how it looks like?"

Oh Radiance Abraham, my inner self tsked, you are so, so weird. You're giving morale support to someone who clearly doesn't like you and who is most probably your competitor.