I open the door of the apartment I share with Brooke on the campus and catch my reflection in the mirror standing in the hallway : heels in one hand, skirt half-tucked down my pants, my bra has visibly gone missing; well don't I look pretty? Ugh, shitty ending to a shitty night anyway...
« And where were you young lady if you don't mind me asking? » I turn around and I see Brooke , sitting on the couch looking at me over the wide newspaper she's holding.
« Be honest , were you really reading that paper? » I ask with a smirk when I see her eyes watering and her face becoming red, sign with Brooke that she is holding her laughter.
« No, I just really wanted to say that... »
« Hmm », I say, « and how long have you been sitting here to achieve that? »
« An hour and a half. » She says with her usual quirky smile. « But I had nothing to do, plus, seeing your face it was so worth it! »
« Are you wearing fake parent-glasses? Dude you get way to much into character » I smirk, emphasizing the 'way'
I hold a smile. Brooke always cheers me up, even involuntarily, that's partly why I'd do nothing without her.
« Hey more seriously! Somebody got some last night! High five gurl! » She says with a sports coach voice « Way to go! Must have gone well if you're only getting here now. Where's your bra by the way? » She winks at me.
« Ugh I don't even want to talk about it! I just need coffee and a nap. Maybe both at the same time. Then I'll go back to normal and erase this night and this Adam jerk of my memory » I say while mentally picturing the toppings I'm gonna order on my pizza.
« Wait a minute what? Did you just say Adam? Rachel... » she says with a smirk getting wider and wider.
« What? » I shout already annoyed by the thought of this cocky idiot.
« Oh my god ! » she squeaks. « Rachel Elliott Donovan did you sleep with Adam fricking Colder ? »
«And how in hell would I know that now? You know I usually don't ask for an ID before spending the night... »
Well, after this morning's disaster, that's something I may have to seriously start considering because apparently just relying on my instinct for boys just isn't doing the trick anymore. The sweets innocents times of hazard are well far away, welcome in the sad internet-stalking-I-know-what-you-ate-last-monday-but-we-haven't-met-yet-world Rachel !
« Let me give you a quick portrait, you won't need more if it's him... » Brooke says interrupting my, let's face it, pretty desperate thoughts. « Ripped, very clear 'My parents may have created a genetic miracle and I'm well aware of that' kind of vibe, f*ucking unbelievable green eyes... »
« Yeah that's the guy » I drop without letting her finish, because even though I'm sure there's a lot of pretty jocks in this school, with a body that a good gym can easily buy, I'm even more convinced there aren't that many that walk around with two literal pieces of grass in the middle of their face.
« How do you know about him? » I ask slightly freaked out, already imagining him laughing all over campus about the girl falling on her face and storming out the morning after a classic one night stand. Oh my are there pictures? That's it there a video on Facebook right now, isn't there? That son of a bitch must have tricked me into being the next best attraction on youtube after all those cats videos! I knew he was sneaky, I knew it! »
Wait what? I snap back to reality.
Well that escalated quickly. Sometimes I just imagine apocalyptic scenarios that I know are completely impossible, I guess because my subconscious is a bitch... And let's just say my imagination is pretty vivid when it comes to picturing the different ways I could find myself publicly embarrassed. Probably because my very awkward self could get into some of those situations without too much effort so there isn't really that much left to the imagination.
Brooke continues, going past the fact that her best friend is a total nut-job, fact that she has been very well aware of for a long time now : « Well first of all he's in a lot of our classes, maybe you never spotted him before during the lectures , but that's just because you just don't have my eye for pretty faces! » She winks. « Plus, if we ignore you, who has been living under a rock, or in your case buried in books for the last semester, which explains why you don't keep yourself very updated, which then again is just another way of saying that you are completely out of the game; everyone on this campus knows who Adam Colder is. »
« And why is that? Did he win some kind of a 'Jerk Of The Year' contest that makes him irresistible to all the girls in this school and gives him a Gandalf-like status among the other idiots that are all the guys here? Did he gave STD's to the headmistress? Is he an ex-con serving his debt to society by going trough the horrid experience of State Education a second time ? Did he have an infamous affair with Gary the male janitor and then broke his heart? »
« How do you even come up with these things? It's been twelve years and I still don't understand what happens in your head dude. But anyway. Plus, you weren't that far . The guy is basically the local Kim K : Colder is the winner of the Alphabet Challenge... »
« English please? » I say half-annoyed, knowing Brooke's liking for dramatic formulas and mystic tones every time she tells a story, which, with a serious hangover case and a naturally very limited patience is a little hard to take...
« Well, at the beginning of the semester, there was this on-going bet between the guys, about who got the more girls, so they decided to solve the question once and for all : the first one to have slept with 'ever letter of the alphabet' aka 26 girls with 26 different first letters to their last names won. Very simple. »
« And very gross. God I cannot believe it, this guy is even worse than I thought. He actually participated to that? »
« Well that's where it gets funny... »
« I really don't see how this could end up funny but please go on, I'll let you the benefice of the doubt» I sigh.
« He didn't even participate. That's not really his type. »
« What, are you saying that he's not a player? »
« Oh no, he definitely is but that's not like he needs a contest to get girls and he clearly knows it, plus, he doesn't really mix with the other freshmen. He has his own circles. »
Yeah probably organ dealers, I say for myself.
« Anyway, » Brooke continues. « He didn't participate but no one was wining, I mean do you imagine how hard to find a 'Z' would be? And somebody added up the girls that Adam had been seen with in the past weeks and it was more than the count! So he has this sort of respect from all the boys and everyone knows who he is, that's it. » She finishes, apparently very proud of herself for keeping her socially nonexistent friend up to speed.
« Well, great he can add me to the list now, but I'll doubt it'll participate to his fame. »
« Hey show me some self love here ! He couldn't have done better than you and i know what i'm talking about! »
« Maybe, but I sure could have. »
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Happy Sunday! Thanks a lot for reading, hope you liked it!
On the side is an pic of Emma Stone, who plays Brooke I think she is perfect for this quirky, cute character!
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