Red River Avenue

Chapter 2: The text

As I starting putting all my clothes into each drawer, I keep checking notifications on my phone to see if James had actually texted me, but nothing, its been three hours since we left the coffee shop, and not once did he send me a text. He's obviously busy, he never told me when he gets off or anything, so why am I so worried about him not texting me back. I grab a pile of shirts and fold each one of them and slide them into my top drawer. I finish with my socks, all of my clothes are now unpacked and put away.

I reach for the box with my books in it, and I hear a ding from my phone. I look at the notification, it's a random number. Oh god its James, I open the message inbox and read the message.

James: hey, is this the girl from the coffee shop?

Mary: depends, is this James the waiter?

James: no its Micheal Myers, here to kill you at your doorstep.

Mary: lol very funny

James: but yes it's James, is this the girl with blonde hair?

Mary: yes, my name is mary

James: well its nice to meet you, Mary

Mary: its nice to meet you too, James

James: any plans this weekend?

Mary: yeah I'm going to some frat party Friday night

James: never thought you were the type to go to parties.

Mary: me either but I've had the shittiest week of my life so I might as well.

James: do you even drink?

Mary: what kind of question is that, yes I do.

James: well me too, not to be weird or anything but could I join you on this lame adventure? After my shift ill have nothing to do, if not it's totally ok, I mean we just met, so I totally understand.

Mary: I suppose company wouldn't be an issue, I hate parties so, plus it'd give me a reason to get to know you more so sure.

James: sounds like a plan, I get off work at 6pm we can meet somewhere and ill just follow you

Mary: sounds good, see you then!!

Ugh now I have another reason to be nervous about going to this party. What if he thinks I'm weird and just leaves, what am I gonna wear, what am I going to say, where is Sarah when I need her. The front door opens, "you're still unpacking?", "yes I am, I was a little busy with texting James", I reply, "give me deets girl, I told you he'd text you", "ok so he wanted to go to the party with us and I said sure, is that ok?", I asked, "that's perfectly fine with me, just don't be fucking in the backseat when we leave that's all I ask" she states, "wait are you not drinking?", I ask "no I don't drink, I just like going to parties to dance and hang out, its fun, so I'm basically you're DD", oh how wonderful, I've never drank infront of people nor been drunk in-front of anyone , let alone my roommate isn't going to be drinking, its just gonna be weird because I have no idea who these people are. "Oh please, I have some remorse I'm not gonna fuck the waiter in your back seat."

Tomorrow is my first day at montly J university and I'm not excited about it, especially being a sophomore in college, that's even worse. I don't even know where any of my classes are, I'm gonna be late to my first class and I'm not even there yet. "So how are you feeling about tomorrow?", Sarah asks. "Not too hot, I don't even know where my classes are, and being new sucks, ill be introduced in front of the class and everyone will stare at me thinking who is this girl and why is she dressed like a facebook mom", I yelp. "You're so dramatic, ill show you around tomorrow, I'm sure mr.lumar will be okay if I miss 30 minutes of physic." Sarah states. "Thank you, I'm actually glad your nice, I was afraid of you being a bitch and not wanting to hear me speak, so I really appreciate all of this that you've been doing" I grab the books out of the box and put each one of them onto the bookshelf all in order from series, I put in my Harry Potter series on the first shelf, sarah has her own bookshelf, but she only has like 6 books in the shelf, which is odd, I didn't think shed read, but who am I to judge?