The Bad Girl Goes To College

31:"Good times."

Six months into dating Tayshawn and things couldn't be better. Since the boys moved down Andy basically lives with Damen and I basically live at Tayshawn's.
When they get too much though we head to the shared dorm and pig out on junk food while watching Netflix. We also have lunch together everyday usually followed by a trip to the mall courtesy of our boyfriend's money.
Take now for example Damen got paid yesterday so Andy and I sit at the foodcourt munching on donuts making fun of people. The usual Andy and Nadia fun.
"So I have something to tell you." Andy says a wave of nervousness hitting her. My eyebrows furrow together as I watch her dig in her purse to pull out a little black box. "So you know how I've been dating Damen for like about three years, right?" I nod counting the years in my head, yup since she was seventeen. "And you know how we like love each other more than the moon and the stars and all that good stuff?" I nod my head again wishing she would hurry with the damned speech. She opens the box and a scream rips from my throat.
"Oh my fucking God. No way bitch! Is this forreal?" She slips the diamond ring on her finger and I swear a tear falls from my eye. "You're gonna marry Damen?"
"Yeah." Her eyes well up with tears and she lets out a laugh. "It's crazy, right? We were watching fucking Texas Chain Saw Massacre and eating Burger King and right in the middle of the movie he pulls this damn ring out his pocket." She stops and laughs again. "It wasn't even romantic. He was all like Andrea Nicole you tryna marry me or what? And of course I slapped him in the face because I thought he was joking. And then he actually got on one knee and asked me forreal and oh my gosh Nadia I'm going to get married."
I squeal again and hop up from my seat and hug the living shit out of her.
"Yooo!" I smile looking at the ring. "When?"
"Well we are going to wait until I graduate college and what not but he said he just wanted it to be concrete that we will get married. It's weird man. I'm only nineteen almost twenty and I'm engaged." She says in awe. "This wasn't the plan." She says. "I was supposed to wait until I'm like twenty three for him to ask and then I would have a job and we'd move in together but this wasn't the plan at all."
"It's even better." I say all emotional for my best friend. All the bad shit that has happened this year and my best friend has something good going for her.
"This shit is crazy. Anyway! What are we doing for your birthday?"
I furrow my eyebrows. Oh yeah my birthday is in two days.
"I don't know. Day with you Casper and Sav. Night fucking Tay?" I offer with a shrug of my shoulders.
"Well tomorrows Friday there's a frat party happening and I'm taking you to that to get prebirthday drunk. Sounds like a plan?"
"Yes it does."
"Girl! You about to be twenty! What the hell!" Andy laughs and I join in the laughter.

*
I'm so not drunk enough for this shit.
That was the first thing that came to mind when I saw Zane and not surprisingly Katrina show up at a frat party. Those idiots aren't even in college. How did they even get in?
And despite being equivalent to a whole bottle of vodka drunk I'm still not drink enough for this shit. For the past couple months I've been steering clear of all things Zane. I don't go around their apartment, where he is I manage to be at least thirty minutes away.
"Birthday girl!" Casper squeals throwing his arms around me.
"Not until tomorrow Casper." I say taking the Solo cup out of his hand and emptying the contents.
"I see a little birdy over there checking you out." He points his finger over to where Zane is with Katrina hanging loosely off his hip. He's right about the whole checking me out thing though, Zane's pretty green eyes are staring right at me.
"That's Zane and Casper the Gay Ghost I'm really not drunk enough." He gasps and places a hand over his mouth like I just told him to secret to time travel.
"That's Zane. My God he is H-O-T, hot!"
"Oh bask in his hottness babe, I'll find a friend who isn't making googly eyes at the spawn of Satan."
"My dearest Nadia, I've learned to appreciate God's creations and I'll tell you...he is definitely one of the best." Rolling my eyes I grab a frozen margarita from the cooler and down it.
"Let me drown in drinks you sex deprived monkey." The slurring of my words make me smile and My eyes glow as I see my best friend approaching. "Andy! Thank the heavens, Casper is horrible company." I shoot a mocking glare at him and he fakes offended.
"Can't be any worse than Sav, she's a horrible drunk! The bitch just let four guys do tequila shots off her at the same time."
"That's actually really impressing." I smirk my eyes finding Sav the Crazy Mexican where she's currently on a table in her underwear dancing. "When I grow up, I want to be just like her." A sloppy grin replaces my smirk and I grab Capser and Andy and make way to the dance area. "If I start dancing on this table, will you promise not to record and show me in the morning?"
"I don't make promises." Casper says with a evil smile. I shrug and jump on the table with Sav and start dancing.
My eyes find Zane's and he has a eyebrow raised as Katrina shamelessly presses her ass on his dîck. Wow, she might have less shame than me. Dropping he bored face he raise his cup and smirks his eyes still locked on mine.
"Alright baby girl, get down." Tayshawn pulls me from my staring contest with Zane. Grabbing my hand he leads me off the table and I glare at him.
"My birthday is tomorrow. And I wanna dance on tables." I whine and stomp my foot.
"Yeah...not gonna happen. Way to many guys undressing you with their eyes."
"Let them. You'll be the one undressing me later." I turn on my seduction switch and run my hands over his chest. "Besides I'm not only dancing for me. We are also celebrating the engagement of my best bitch!" I yell grabbing Andy hand and holding it up. "I'm having fun so join me or not but I'm getting piss drunk and dancing on tables."

*
Getting piss drunk and dancing on tables certainly was not the best idea. I haven't been this hungover since my eighteenth birthday in which I wrapped a guy in rainbow tape and dedicated it to the unicorns who didn't get enough love. Ah, good times. Good times.
"Happy birthday bitch!" Andy groaned from her bed. I let out a moan as last night's mistake slapped me in the face.
"Shut up!" Sav grumbled from her spot on the floor. The only thing that was covering her lady parts was a thin sheet Casper had thrown over her.
"I swear to God you bitches will all get cut!" That's Casper, he decided to lay on the dresser and that's where he passed out at.
I'm not sure how we got here or when but the mini after party we had at me and Andy's spot was also a bad idea.
"It's my birthday." I whisper with a sloppy smile.